Unkind Cuts


His thoughts
The first cut
hurts the most
keep it shallow

His eyes
The second cut
a red streak
that stings

His face
the third cut
a twist of the knife
draws blood

His voice
the fourth cut
a fresh rip
easier now

to savour
the pain
easing the ache
of a hopeless love

Cover throbbing scars
with a smile
go on living

There’s room
for more cuts
on the heart
for it still beats

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved


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