Nerve

I gave you all, Nerve;

my gasps over and over as

words break earth, and

blessed are we, the

breath we gave,

and I’m sure—

you’ll miss me, Nerve

 

Her—

 

the same herd of words and

knees brought down

on hearts, every time

you will try, wash blood of

Nerve, rinse verse of

 

Her—.

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