Soul Pain

The pain in her soul
is hidden
by the sleeves of her hoody
thank goodness
it is January
and not July
Five more join
the siblings there
fading but memories sharp
as the biting blade
Reminders of what not to do,
but reninders and memories
fade in the moment
pushed into silence
by the painful words
that bring back the biting blades.

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