I don't want smiles
to brighten my day,
save your joy
but share your misery
in this potluck
of misfortune,
savour my ingratitude
that a new day
brought only wretched sunlight
to do away with soothing night
Spare me metaphors
of wounds healing,
as the dawn rises from dusk
these scars still tingle,
and this severed vein
shall bleed eternally,
with no sweet wish
thick enough
to be my tourniquet
© Antonio Beardall
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