July 5, 2012

• she shatters on the ground
  like a china doll
  held the wrong way

  persistence of time
  aging
  living

  so much of it false
  that it marks the soul
  red with contempt

  flowered
  like a rose

  dying
  bleeding out
  and yet never feeling

  a damn thing.

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