You are like a needle shot into my vein
puncturing its wall
drawing out the gall
in a splendrous insertion of pain
Then you pulled out, and the wound bleeding, scarred,
and my blood thickened, clotted
widening, blackening, blotted
and stopped the throb of my heart.
Monday, May 19, 2008
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1 comments:
ooh excellent choice of words (:
sharon
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