The Blind 1

red thread the open wound and from it the red rivulet will drain into the metal dish and curl into water

no more now it is just a stitch stitches the wound gash drawn in and thread

dust of glass in the wound ground in round the heel and spiral down into blue glass pummelled beyond crystal a useless moon dust pounded to glass

the red thread lets no light in the shards are small

Christine-Elizabeth Murray

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