He said
“when you are in enough pain again
you’ll write”

Immediately I choke back
comparing wounds
like two little boys peeking over the sides of urinal

Instead I buttoned my lips together
who knew silence could be such a verb
my lips still hurt

Someone once said to
Identify with someones wounds
is one of the lowest forms
of connection with your fellows

The healing begins
when one
is able to connect
to the beauty
and love that surrounds them

But, until then I’ll be finding the pause
and crushing my lips

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