Against Ones Better Judgment
Acuity skirts this day shining
Keen as rolled steel razor sharpened.
Along a stone whetted interaction,
Deliberate strokes
Interface abrasion, filing contacts blade
Precise to the narrowest margin.
Born down steel perfection
To the point pressured
Bends this blade barbed
In Compliance,
A compulsion for open flesh.
Such explicit exposure
Invites crimson beading
Complicit in action.
One forceful puncture,
Enter then twist,
Turning the steel
To exacerbate healing.
Wisdom nothing to do with this.
Something about the consideration
Of others that goes against
One’s better judgment.
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