Number one

by Christos Polydorou

2017-04-25 11.05.44

One wound,
to scratch open,
to watch it bleed,
in the name of art.

One martyr
to throw out the window,
four stories down
to save your broken heart.

One mirror
to gaze into instead,
and understand something has to end
for something other to start.

One world,
to hold you to me, into,
to reach across the valleys,
and place my colorful flowers within your cart.

One truth,
I cannot share you,
but I must accept that I must share you,
however it tears me apart.

One piercing,
it travels from my soul
to your soul,
like a shooting dart.

One wound,
to scratch open,
to watch it bleed,
in the name of art.

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