we’re all at the dinner table
beneath the tablecloth:
puncture wounds,
and happy moods!
gritty scars,
and loads of carbs!
strangle marks,
and apple tart!
a side of abuse,
would you like some mousse?
the main meal?
it’s the conversation,
oh the elation!
new partners,
new jobs,
new homes,
new cars,
did you forget
They all have scars?
but still, we’re alive!
did you forget
we all have knives?
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