Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Let them rip me

Writing is rough on me
I feel it caustic on my skin
A punch in the stomach
It’s heavy in my throat
Slapping me awake
Throwing one back
Burning down inside

Words pluck me like strings
Each line a beat of blood
Let them rip me
Let them cut pieces off
So I can pick them up

And remember where they go

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