Molt
By: Jezzy Wolfe

Numb to flesh wounds
The salt stung abrasions
Ooze beneath the surface
Threaten the stoic facade.

Empty minded empty mouth
Daddy's little lost cause
A decade of regrets
Beneath her wedding veil.

Feel none of this
These pinpricks and razor blades
Just figments of reality
When fantasy is fatal.

She waits in silence
Mommy's little fallen angel
Her swollen ring finger
Stuck in the trigger.

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