Misstep, unlike an ankle twisted 'round
itself or the uneven sidewalk slip
-ping of potholed cement, which one was it
that planted and set this crack in motion?
Truncation, a regret once it's grown
into a duet, branching through shins
split open; O, your mouth mussitates cold
words after your breathing has been broken.
A brambly fissure thrives within legs
disallowed necessary rest, while bur
-ning smells in your flared nostrils; stress has flow
-ered into your chest, bouquets of roses.
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