March 19, 2011
May 13th, 2011 by Karen
spreading red
screams my silent failure to the world
bereft of a gift made of sand
slipping through anguished fingers
unspoken
unmourned
unnamed
a nothing
a noone
to everyone
except my soul
who counts the exacting toll
like thorns shoved deep in a palm
the wound mends
yet the rent and rendered flesh is never again whole
forever mismatched
cobbled together with unevenly spaced stitches
thousands before and thousands after
stars that gutter and fade
there
blink and they’re gone
but one
this one
briefly mine
left a spreading stain
on my heart
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