the metal
slid between my ribs
as if my skin
was the placid surface
of a pond
by the time
i felt the pain
it was already
too late
all that was left
was the bleeding
the metal
slid between my ribs
as if my skin
was the placid surface
of a pond
by the time
i felt the pain
it was already
too late
all that was left
was the bleeding
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