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Oct 2013
He picked at the edges
For days over days
Until he tore me open
And everything inside me spilled
Red in blind rage
Dripping with everything I never said.
Hid inside lines slipped under the tip
Of my fumbling pen.
Pooling in trembling fingertips
Misting eyes and dampening lips
That hadn't spoken in so long
They gushed
From the dam I broke
**** I’m broke
I’m broken, I've found my edge
Don’t you know loose ends
and nervous hands
Lead to unraveling?
You are maddening
Soak me up, or I will run down the pain
Continue traveling toward something real
Like a rain drop hurtling down toward earth
And I won’t hurt half as much as I do
When I’m near you.
Tearani C
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Tearani C
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