FREE VERSE Poem: Soften the Edge, by Holly Peckitt

Maybe one day I’ll be able to stop writing
about you,
And my inky blood will stop pouring out
onto each and every page, clotting
like bursts of pain, seeping out into the Silence
of this world.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to stop writing
about you,
perhaps your name, an imperative, will soften its edge
Fading from the lights it once glimmered in.

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