Scalpel I wish I could take a scalpel to this head... To release the tension... To peel back the layers... And just dig inside. Even it's just for a moment... So I can finally see what it's relentlessly trying to hide. April 24, 2021October 27, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Hiding, Lurking, Me, My mind, Poetry, Sterile procedure, Surgical removal of secrets 4 Comments
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