My gut has a pocket full of clenched jaws and restless nights, my ribs have shed their tears.
The knife is still where you left it.
For once, as I exhale my throat allows the fire to persist.
It's easier to throw my mangled heart to the flames but heartbreak bleeds back in just to stain.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
