surgery

I know someone who went to war.
Once he cut himself and sewed himself up, right there, in front of the mirror with a needle and thread.
“You gotta know how to save yourself “, he mumbled repetitively, almost like a chant.
That made an impression on me.
So I went straight in and dug you out: malignant piece of heartache.

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