Nothing as sharp
As a well timed word
Aimed at the spirit.
We’re almost there
Now tear the wound open wider,
Don’t forget to be ruthless.
I’ve got the salt ready
To slowly knead
Throughout your pain.
Tear it open
Let it all come pouring out,
Everything that’s you.
Leave it on the page,
Then and only then
Will you get some rest.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 