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0 Comments 9.27.2009
1. empty bed
2. clammy hands
3. long nights
4. bottles of wine
5. hours driving
6. months of you
"the butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough"
2. clammy hands
3. long nights
4. bottles of wine
5. hours driving
6. months of you
"the butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough"
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2 Comments 9.16.2009
What The Body Costs
“A bruise,” you say, “a bruise
Is not a sign of brutality.”
What you fear more than a bruise
Is rejection, solitude.
This makes me think-
His hands around my neck,
His voice hauntingly whispering,
“I can never forgive you”
Followed by “I love you,”
And all I can do is cry and pretend
That one day I can separate myself
From this sickness.
“No,” I tell you in return,
“A bruise an ephemeral truth.”
“A bruise,” you say, “a bruise
Is not a sign of brutality.”
What you fear more than a bruise
Is rejection, solitude.
This makes me think-
His hands around my neck,
His voice hauntingly whispering,
“I can never forgive you”
Followed by “I love you,”
And all I can do is cry and pretend
That one day I can separate myself
From this sickness.
“No,” I tell you in return,
“A bruise an ephemeral truth.”