My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Archive for the day “March 10, 2015”

Bleach dilutes

Heart
stopped
Sliced by razor
made hollow
bleached with sorrow
Hung out to dry
to die
Then I
saw your smile,
felt your kiss
The razor’s wound
internal, infernal
but never eternal
As the heart beats once again

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