“I like your edge,” she told me in a certain way with a certain look. It was during my poetry open mic heyday when my readings attempted to convey some kinduv inner blade. Quick, precise and metal forged, splitting vulnerable solids apart, always on the verge of drawing blood, shining as it swiped.
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Jonathan Bluebird Montgomery 