Poems from the bottom of my anxious heart
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Dry
Then, one day it is completely gone,
all the love,
the heart feels empty again,
bloodless,
beating barely just for one,
just for itself alone,
after all the love
finally leached,
the heart dries and hardens
--the peach eaten,
the pit spit out.
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