Wednesday, January 25, 2012

And This I Know

Having your heart ripped out is a miracle 
compared to having it left inside 
to rot and wither in the grave 
that becomes your body. 
A body stained and tattooed 
with irreversible question marks. 
And while your tongue and breath 
may subside the tears for moments 
of minutes to days, still they fall somewhere 
from a place forged by a tragedy 
your eyes have never seen.

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