Fists

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Fingers curl
Form fists
Fists that hurl
Through glass
And plasterboard

Breaking it
And bones
And flesh
And turning flesh not opened
Into purple haze
Bruised, not broken
Skin deep

Does pain linger on
Those curled fingers
That form fists?

Yes
Always yes

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
unruly fingers...

Violence's reality is flesh turned to purple haze ~ broken bones ~ should the after-pain be considered? Very insightful!

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Fists, when used

Are the makers, givers, and receivers of pain;

Open-handed communications normally far more soothing.

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