sharp aches streak through flesh and soul
shattering the jigsaw under my breast
a single voice loops in my head
a silent, thundering beating.
the hands of time continue ticking
but this life has ceased to be
going through the motions like clockwork
drowning in a bubble no one can see.
curled up under heavy bedding
no warmth can reach this empty shell
swollen eyes on a wet pillow
these streams can't be dammed.
Friday, August 20, 2004
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