Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Damaged

Upon the ground it lays
broken
she walks in holds her breath then screams
broken
gingerly she picks up the pieces
pricks herself and curses
broken

She lays the pieces one by one
upon the table
jagged edges
jagged heart
pieces to put together
her blood bright
drop by drop


She holds tight her finger
the flow of blood
the jagged pieces
forgotten now
outside she hears the birds
she listens as they call
smiles to herself

jagged pieces
jagged heart
hear her plea

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