Is he sharp?

he’s sharp
sharp as a razor
whose blade no longer cleanly slices
but gouges skin
and scrapes across blemish
leaving seeping wounds of pain
that lingers
and small pools of blood
that quickly spread
across the semi-stubbled face it leaves behind

he’s sharp
sharp as a tack
whose point can no longer punch its way
into unforgiving surface
and violently convulses
under pressure
piercing fingertip
and skin
causing pain
so deep
cursing can’t relieve what is felt to the bone

yes
he’s sharp

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