Oozes out

Like putrid, greenish black

Curdled slime.

Your emotions, profane. 

Your words, dull knives

Slashing and ripping

Maiming and defacing.

A beautfiful picture

No pleasure to view.

Never a repair

No apology.

Just hope that time

Will make it go away.

But the scars,

Oh the scars.

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