Quarantine Poetry Day 35-Casualty

It has been said

The slight angle 

Of the Y in goodbye

Could slice a throat

Or maybe, I imagine it

Everytime you left me

With a slight of shoulder

And dagger for eyes

Criticisms cut deep

And I still bear the scars

From each of your suggestions

Criss cross marks, your expectations

Welts on my back, and shortcomings

A list tattooed on my neck

Your words, fragments

From sentences fired from a careless tongue

And I am one of many

You left as outlines outside your door

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