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My Beautiful Wounds

Each fibre twangs, cut short
Sliced and split like an orange
Canyons gorged, ripped open
Crevices torn and left gaping
They fill with angered rain and burst their banks
Rivers running from raw ditches
They fall like gem stones
But more beautiful and precious
It floods the petrified floor
Stains the colour of torrential fire
Surrounded in a thick mass of liquid
Sensational relief purged by pain
Tension, hate, anger, sadness all breathed out
Poison evaporated but not killed
The gushing fades and leaves a marred desert
A barren waste inflamed with the suns heat
Searing pain sends shock waves across the stretch
Eventually relaxing to nothing.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 17:49

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