If even the smallest of details
I carve on the stone of my mind,
so shall the iron of my blood
act as swords of my grudge.
If to forgive is to remember
and to forget is a grudge over,
then beware the mercy of the sword
carving the recesses of the mind.
NaPoWrimo March 31 early-bird prompt, based on the poetry of Emily Dickinson.
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