Tangled behind bars,
with dry skin, dry mouth, dry tears.
Like a river, the red cells are forced to flow.
Days gone — with soreness and loss.
Nowhere to go, an empty mind,
yet so full of worries — of blood and flesh.
Not his own flesh, but others’,
combined with what’s left of self.
A marionette of pain,
pulled by unseen hands.
He wished to fade,
but her open hand held him —
though her heart
had long shut its door.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 5:46 AM UTC
Tangled behind bars,
with dry skin, dry mouth, dry tears.
Like a river, the red cells are forced to flow.
Days gone — with soreness and loss.
Nowhere to go, an empty mind,
yet so full of worries — of blood and flesh.
Not his own flesh, but others’,
combined with what’s left of self.
A marionette of pain,
pulled by unseen hands.
He wished to fade,
but her open hand held him —
though her heart
had long shut its door.
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