To Close the Mouth of a Wound
written by: Valentine Cusin
to have loved you better, not
more. loved like you cradle
a dying thing, like counting the
seconds between lighting
and sound. to have sat beneath
this blade of a winter, envelope-city
whose sidewalks are salted
into armours, sheaths of
a moonless sky and I
underneath, unguarded,
loved you like sifting through
the dictionary. this pain,
neither human nor poem
only a violent third thing.
Valentine is half-French half-Italian, half poet half overly-caffeinated third year undergraduate. She is currently based in the UK and her works can be found in the anthology 'Underworld,' as well as Evanescent Magazine and Hikari Zine.
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- To Close the Mouth of a Wound - February 9, 2026
