A captive of fear
But whose
They cheerfully claw the remaining strands
Of my bruised and bloodied heart
Cheerfully oblivious
Smiles adorning their faces
Each grin brighter
Emptier
Than the last
A bloodied cavity
Sans pain
Likewise with the dull ache
Hollow.
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PoetryHer mouth opened and words poured forth like so much torrential rain. Completed
