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Bloody Fingers

I'm still picking up pieces of me
off the concrete of betrayal,
You smashed me, hard.

Shards and slivers of self,
infinitesimal, sharp,
bloody my fingers,
this lesser pain,
a temporary distraction.

I finger painted your name in blood,
a masterpiece of pain
forever in the gallery of my mind.

*****April 29, 2016*****

The Moon, In Spite of Rumors

They say
The Moon, unlike stars,
Does not produce its own light.

From Earth, where we stand,
At night, nothing shines more bright.