How To Skin the Rat*
Barbed Wire Words
Spoken through the dense air
Creating fences and puncture wounds.
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“Too sensitive,” they all said.
But our thin skin speaks volumes.
Startled eyes pop open,
A hand parts the scratchy veil.
No longer blind, we see.
Like the canary in the coal mine
Our hearts burst free
Ranting the righteous rave
*That’s how it’s done
No rats were harmed in the writing of this poem.
