I press the point
and feel my skin part
like it's the Red Sea and I'm Moses
only now do I realize
where the point is headed
too little, too selfish, too late
for even upon the apiphany
it's not enough to stop me
I figure I'm in too deep
so why not press the point
until it's made
until the shame i carry
is frostbitten by the frigid fingers
of my
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