Blue Rhapsody


If someone should take a sword

And stab me through the head

And I don’t die

What am I

I press my temples, narrowing the blade

Closer to the center

Nothing much happens


The pain implodes

The bleeding is inside

A Shakespeare-like character might say

I am undone

I am wounded

I am slain


Yet to look at me,

I’m altogether


Naked the blade

An alloyed monster from the sky

Maybe it’s an allergy

Maybe it’s a growth

May I am too tired


Too taken to read more

But I can open a blank page, one

Without text for now


As I have opened here


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