How else do you tell someone of their loss…
How else do you give bad news…
If not directly and serve it cold..
Why lace it with something thought out…
Not warm… not advice… not a feeling of respect…
Only truth and more salt on a wound about to be made…
No niceties… not sugar.. no antiseptic..
Only crass words, which stab like shards of dust in your eye…
Nails upturned…
bleeding toes remain…
‘pour some iodine’ they say…
the wound will go away…
no matter the pain…
no matter the burning feeling…
it’ll all pass.. it’ll all pass…
and u’ll be the stronger they promise…
Stronger.. really?
Stronger… how?
If strong means a loss of faith..
Then I’m surely stronger now…
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