Punishing myself
Has done no good.
There are sins
I can’t atone for.
If I were who I’d been
Before,
I’d carve every fucking word
Into scars.
I’m not her,
She’s buried
Beneath bleeding,
Fleeting seconds.
So I stare
Into the blistering Sun
Instead,
Letting it set fire
To every small fiber.
Maybe the world is warmer
When you’re blind.
Maybe the pain will numb
When it’s your spirit
You finally find.
No Good
Loved it.Very strongly put.
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This is such a powerful passage:
She’s buried
Beneath bleeding,
Fleeting seconds.
Some things are easily broken, but hard to mend.
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The pain just oozes off the page (web page). Well done.
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My pleasure
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