Spread Open
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
His face was
beaten
Thrashed open by
whiplashes
He wore his
battle scars like night sky holds stars
To look beyond
the skin
And to never
look beyond him
He wore a plaid
shirt over his skinned chest
His knuckles
punctured between his gritted teeth
He looked at his
dead brother in a pool of red
Dead, Dead, Dead
He wore his
battle scars like his brother held life in his dead eyes.
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