Forearms

The starting place for the suicidal

To get themselves ready.

But when it doesn't happen

They'll only be reminders.

The entry point for the doctors.

Gripped tight in a dark place

By at total stranger.

Raised to question and to answer.

Lifted during an epic race.

Straining to carry a burden.

(Just like the rest of us).

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