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No bandage could cover the wounds. No comforting sounds could loosen the knots. The world has not technically stopped turning, But it has, down deep inside of me. A flame extinguished, My voice, incapable. Each muscle.. Lapsed into a numbness so ****** My heart, it beats. Thump thump Against the walls that encase it, Holding it there, steadily, in case it tries to break free. The throbbing in my veins and the beats of my heart Are so powerful they invade my thoughts, Hijacking the only thing I have control over. The only thing left. But they're unceremonious murderers, Who, entrapped, could defeat.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Internal Invader
No bandage could cover the wounds. No comforting sounds could loosen the knots. The world has not technically stopped turning, But it has, down deep inside of me. A flame extinguished, My voice, incapable. Each muscle.. Lapsed into a numbness so ****** My heart, it beats. Thump thump Against the walls that encase it, Holding it there, steadily, in case it tries to break free. The throbbing in my veins and the beats of my heart Are so powerful they invade my thoughts, Hijacking the only thing I have control over. The only thing left. But they're unceremonious murderers, Who, entrapped, could defeat.
6th April 2015 © All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
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Jun 4, 2015
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