Spisse tankar

(isn't it like a return
of a spinning thought -

all these knife sharp thoughts
I'm aiming outwards
are cutting my own heart)

I can't unsay

I said the word

I let it flee

from the edge of my heart,

the darker corner

where my conscious is blind

and the word picked up speed

from this room –

went through walls and air

through dimensions unknown

and hit you

where it hurt the most

and how I wish it was unsaid

and how I know

it can’t 

(APED - through thick and thin)