I examine an erased word.

A part of a faintly remaining line,The place where ㄱor ㄴ bends,gaps that were already emptyeven before they were erased,

into such places I find myself wanting to make my wayhunching the shoulders insidebending the waist,flexing the knees, the ankles pressed tight together,

while the heart that grows faintstill does not make anything else grow faint

a less erased bladeslashes my lips at length.

Seeking a yet darker place,my tongue cringes curling.