The knives have cut deeper than this
Who are we kidding?
So have the paper cuts
The paper clips through the skin
Little wounds
Given way to cheap lessons
Through scabs and scars
Lifted at the corners
Ripped
Like they told us not to
Naughty child
Misbehaved and precious
That pool in your palm
Is worth spit and humor
Clean it off
Seriously
It’s gross
MS
The Controlled Burn 