scraping against an
old wound reminded me
of forgotten sorrows we visit
when time stands still
rumor has it that
a stubborn woman
landed in the selfish
lap of a has-been hero
and begged him to
be something else
the burning in his
chest wrapped itself
around his heart
no one knows him well
enough to bury him
A Cornered Gurl 
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