sticky prickly pain

only sticky prickly pain
what once was soft does not remain
we say words we do not mean
to each other to win wars
smaller and pettier than any before

i wish to feel pleasure, or,
at least the absence of pain
sticky prickly substances are what becomes
of what remains
so who are you to tell me

go onward farther than before
the wounds that started weeping
are no better than my tears
it is not a competition, my dear
only sticky prickly pain remains, anyway

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