My gut
is a gaping hole
where the pieces
simply fall through its emptiness.
My heart
is a pounding piece of flesh
where the pulse
creates a frantic scratch,
like the nails on a schoolboard.
My head
is a messy forest
where the branches
inhibit visitors
to pass and explore
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 4:52 AM UTC
My gut
is a gaping hole
where the pieces
simply fall through its emptiness.
My heart
is a pounding piece of flesh
where the pulse
creates a frantic scratch,
like the nails on a schoolboard.
My head
is a messy forest
where the branches
inhibit visitors
to pass and explore
