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 Dec 2015 Johnny Hunt
Victoria C
without any warning he burst into my life. delicate, detailed yet deranged. I was in awe and he was hung up on the idea that he could make me his. love never last as long as they say. He tore my heart out and smashed it into little pieces and im standing, shaking bloodily in my own pile of broken *****. The remaining sound of the distant beating is barely audible any more. he made me mindless and I grew stoic over the years. damaged, derailed yet dignified, with all the warning I could muster, I burst out of his life.
And I often fall,
To tour around into the realm of his vacant soul.
And we are, and we are all,
Occupationally numb,
Caressing the netting of the skin
As we crawl.
As we crawl.
 Sep 2015 Johnny Hunt
Thomas Alan
I’ll carve out
my heart
and set it
in clay

At least then
just maybe
it won’t get
in my way

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