to forgive is a cop-out
& a lie.
if you have ever tried, you know.
you don’t succeed, even if you think you do
& it kills you – the wound
the second wrong is to do nothing about the first.
the soul flushed on one side, smarts & festers.
the one side blood-tipped, struck
severally, cracks like those momentous
fireworks, the afterglow of nothing.
the body wonders [sic]
as it does at the phenomenon
of physical pain.