The weapon of words

when my line wavers,
i go cut
enjamb it-
go back
to where the original thoughts
and splinter them off

so i cud feel them on my skin-
pierce me one by one

the fragmented
should cut
my tongue

it should serve as the sweetest penetration-
swallowed with my own blood.

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