Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The wound

Thoughts hurt
Writing cuts the skin deep
Let it bleed 
Run through the paper
Drip its drops of dos and don'ts

A scar stays
Too new
Too recent
Too soon 

A sharp movement will burst the wound 
Fill the world 
With words of sorrow
Flood the world
With cries of pain

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