hurt

Tuesday, November 10, 2009 10:34 AM

how does the feeling of being battered and abused come from the inside of a beating heart?
the crushing sound of tattle-tales and made up answers sound to an already wounded ear?
hands out stretched to give and give but grasping back nothing but the air around us.
how empty hurt words pounding in my head like a carousel song on repeat.
demonic horses moving up and down scabbing exposed knees
rusty poles cutting palms; staining with blood and metal rusts.
how loyal that i stay up the same horse knowing it is slowly falling apart.

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