the best part is I no longer feel
nothing
never
since that day when you took it all
everything
ever
by slicing out my heart in pieces
unsheathing
sever
grinding it under your laughter
seething
whatever
leaving only this jagged scar
bequeathing
forever
a life of silent solitary exile.
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Toxic Brain Dump:National Poetry Month 2015
PoetryEvery April is National Poetry Month - so here is a poem-a-day to celebrate the month. Each poem is a spontaneous stream-of-conscious writing exercise with a 45-minute time limit. Sit back and relax this will get messy! To help spark my creativit...
