and now my rss takes my words to a place where they are
not wanted
scorned, mocked, analyzed
shreds of my soul
shaken and stepped on by heavy feet
found wanting i am
breathing bearing bleeding
and now i write knowing all is judged and
scathed scalded i clutch keyboard
holding the words
girdled to my chest
but they pour forth wildly
seeking
what is not there
and now again come words of sharpness
slicing searing spears
i cower
in the day
i cover pain with clothes
and smiles
work nurture serve
my mouth makes sounds
in the night
my skin must match my
inner wounds i press
the blade close
breathing bleeding blessed
October, now with 40% boos
6 days ago
3 comments:
in some places your words are
adored
fragile shards of your soul
gathered by bleeding fingers
infused with the divine
searing hearing healing
I've been grokked.
biv, please dont tell me you are cutting?
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