Euphoria

I don't have scars

 

I've never felt the tension

and the sweet release

a surprise so pure

and innocent

Breaking the surface

 

raw, primal pain

sharp breaths

Tangy, coppery

powerful

 

So much warmth

from inside me

Warmth I didn't know

I had— spilling out and

spreading

 

Across my hands

down my arms

pooling in my lap

hazing my vision

 

Another line

symmetrical

parallel

 

The only thing I can control

power shaking in my right hand

trembling in my left

 

No,

I don't have scars

that you can see

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