I
Pain of a paper cut intensified 500 times
hidden between
fleshy columns
II
broken shards of glass
once held beverages that
quenched thirst, now squelching spirits
III
to escape I hide behind momma's dress
aspirations of falling back
into her womb
IV
angel pattern of sticks and stones
evokes heavenly visions
yet it is the grooming for hell
V
shuffle, shuffle, drip, drip
upon fettered and bandaged
feet ... dragging one step at a time
VI
piercing, penetrating wound
like a fear that never subsides
"soulicide"
VII
Tradition Ritual
Tradition Rites
Trade-in-rights, bartered soul
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