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Tuesday, January 17, 2012


My brain is not my own as thoughts zigzag

Through hazy corridors of mind’s recollection

Sent on this mission of conjuring up the past

That I cannot recall teetering on the edge

As bits and pieces come to tear at my gut

With shards of bitterness that I cannot resolve

And I so want to bleed away this heavy pain

That’s much too much to bear in the increments

You ritually are serving me on rusty spoons

That cut my tongue leaving acrid streaks of blood

This blood that came from your sweet flesh

Writhing there in pain

Curled in fetal mode

Helplessly seeking


©Kay Salady

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