The bitter edge of love

The bitter edge of Love, the teeth of a saw,
Splits me in two.
A magician’s stooge, I am spun, I am spun.
Head and feet and hands.
I have no limbs, I cannot stop,
I volunteered for this.
 

by Francesca Fell

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