Thorn

A sickle
in the hands of the dead
With a prick of blood
Red

As thoughts
peirce inside my head
Swirl, drift and seep
Bled

To let
fingers deep to pry
Left wide to fester
Cry

To live
with a splintered lie
Neglect the wound
Die

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