Who Made Us Delicate?

Walking a knifes edge biting flesh
grating bone on cold steel

In a harsh light
shining from somewhere
we are blind

In a black expanse
we cant tell
depth or breadth
reaching out
breathing clouds
in the cold

All we feel
the weight of ourselves
pressure on skin
before it parts
the dull sting
lingering

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