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Secret Cut
To suffer the pain
Of the words,
Of the shame,
We open our flesh
In a secret, silent scream
Of anger and hurting,
Of tears and blood.
Cut it open again,
And if the pain flows out,
All the evil, too,
Then the secret cut,
The newborn scar
Is far more better an answer
Than the world could offer.
A glimmering red slash of hope:
Morbid, beautiful, releasing
Secret.