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Sunday, October 26, 2008

there is a portion of my life, before i knew God God found me, that i badly wish to erase.
it was a foolish mistake-
you know and i know.

the
sharp
side of the
blade;
pulls,
pushes,
dragging a
piece of
dark
red
muscle
that is my
heart
out-
each
barking
threat stabs
,slashes.
each
icy
glare;
stalagmites
piercing
into
my
skin.
each
pounding
syllable propels
me deeper
into my
shell
of
routine
mangled hair,
strangled
sobs,
and
fervent
prayers. be
careful!
words
can
kill. the
hurt is real.

she's not here @

9:30 PM