Invisable wounds

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i gasp,
the sword pierces through
my skin,
the agony sets in and i
scream,
collapsing to my knees,
the cries silenced by the
shortness of my breath,
tears slide down my face as
my eyes widen,
paralyzed with shock,
i fixate my stare to the
ceiling,
head roaring,
i blink,
the wound is gone,
the sword vanished,
but the pain remains,
the despair still roams.

-M

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