the dish at 817
Sunday, February 08, 2009
3 (my broken heart)
My heart is recoiling in pain under years of rubbery scars. I can barely feel it beating these days. The eyes I used to take life in with are now swollen shut against the light and my body has shut down. Don't bother knocking.
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