
Real or imagined threats
of scars revisited,
ripped raw repeatedly
by a look or sly smile,
signs of evil lurking
seen through trauma’s glasses.
Kindness doesn’t exist
except in vice or ploy.
Ignore this heart made barren.
Walk away and save us both
from impending drama.
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