there is a bump
in the bottom
of our bathtub.i have spent
a lot of time
there
taking back
the missing warmth,
under
my wrinkly skin
it forms.i hear voices
outside
spitting venom,
breaking hearts
to remember
my heart
bled white
since
i was seven.i hear voices
outside
but the loudest
will always be
my own.
they leave me
to kneel
at death's mercy
to whisper,
you'll always be
alone.i think
no one knows
better
how to break
my heart
more than i do.
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...