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Paper cut.                            On a dry cracked finger Bit my lip.                            That same spot over again Jammed my toe.                 In the dark on the old iron chest A boiling sip.                      Skin on the roof of my mouth peels away Slammed my finger           The tailgate of my truck Hit my head.                       On the corner of the open cabinet door Sprained my ankle.            With a crunch that says "ER" Bruised and bled.               inside the car on its back in the middle of nowhere Shiver out loud.                  So cold, knowing its hours to dawn Burned my back.                Bright red and translucent blisters Tingling spine.                    In the dark, certain evil is there Cough and hack.                 Needles stuck in my lungs Curled in a ball.                   Because nothing matters Long thin abrasions            Cowering  below his anger Crackling cartilage              A powerful fist to my nose Fevered equations.              Crazy dreams to sort out nonsense Human condition, Follows no law. In everyday living, Life can be raw. But it's brutal when someone you trust is the perpetrator .
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
Raw
Paper cut.                            On a dry cracked finger Bit my lip.                            That same spot over again Jammed my toe.                 In the dark on the old iron chest A boiling sip.                      Skin on the roof of my mouth peels away Slammed my finger           The tailgate of my truck Hit my head.                       On the corner of the open cabinet door Sprained my ankle.            With a crunch that says "ER" Bruised and bled.               inside the car on its back in the middle of nowhere Shiver out loud.                  So cold, knowing its hours to dawn Burned my back.                Bright red and translucent blisters Tingling spine.                    In the dark, certain evil is there Cough and hack.                 Needles stuck in my lungs Curled in a ball.                   Because nothing matters Long thin abrasions            Cowering  below his anger Crackling cartilage              A powerful fist to my nose Fevered equations.              Crazy dreams to sort out nonsense Human condition, Follows no law. In everyday living, Life can be raw. But it's brutal when someone you trust is the perpetrator .
Was thinking about raw physical feelings and wanting to capture that when it led to this. The left side has a rhyming scheme on its own
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
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