i keep pulling at this string
that is a stitch holding together
two otherwise gaping sides of
my flesh in my mouth,
the raw wound between.
with my tongue, i pull at it
and touch it
tapper sur les nerfs,
en francais.
everyday, in my heart
tapper sur les nerfs.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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