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NO POINT
Once upon a time, many years ago
When my sister and I were children
My sister stabbed me in the leg with a pencil
The graphite left a mark, a black dot under my skin
A literaral punctuation point like the period under an exclamation mark
A souvenir of a sisterly squabble that ended in violence
As they often did because we lacked any other coping skills
Not being raised in a household where kindness and communication
Had value
Something brought this incident to mind the other day
I looked at the top of my thigh for the dark spot that had been there for years
But it was completely gone
Absorbed into my ever-changing flesh, erased by time
As every act of every person will be swept away eventually
Leaving only "Once upon a time there were two sisters who fought
Over heaven only knows what or why."
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