(⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ )
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A careless joke
Birthed from harmless work banter
Ruined a mood for one
But others thought nothing of it
The unnoticed twinge of pain
Squeezing my heart tight
And slicing my body open
Like an invisible blade
The box cutting knife in my hand
Felt heavier and burned to touch
Coworkers laughed and jested
But I fell silent as one called me a "cutter"
Meaning I cut boxes open
But for me, the definition
Is far more different and painful
Words may be words and knives are knives
But both slice through us
With deadly accuracy
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~ Kaitlynn Diana Snow ~
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Dead Lights
PoetryIn this moment Everyone knows Monsters are lurking In the shadows All fuel runs dry And so the humans shout For the last time "The Dead Lights went out." Poetry Book by Kaitlynn Diana Snow Start: 12/21/2020 End:
