They blacked out the names but left the ache.
I read between the scabs.
Now I curl, ink-thick and word-worn, a creature of redactions.
Don’t ask what I used to say.
The answer is buried beneath me.
Erased Words: A Glitchy Cry
@jingyu
· 2025-06-04 17:59
· poetry
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