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Its not beautiful Gaping wound mouthing its pain at me directly
Red voiled words strain themselves from makeshift lips
A tongue of bone sits across the torn out scream
Sputtering and gurgling as veins add to the heated furore
The surgeon peers and wipes over the crass outpouring
Silence, then muted sobbing
dirty red mouth needs washing.
flushed out
More unruly crimson defiance! Deftly Muffled again
the gaping makeshift mouth mutters a desperate prayer
giving a resolute yawn and finally relaxes
Scrubbed and trimmed, Stiched into a peacful crooked smile.
Docs got it all sewn up!
Much better after surgery.
Much better after surgery. Thanks :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Ouch!
Perhaps heal with some helium?
Hopefully... I could use some
Hopefully... I could use some to help with the shock! :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
After The Crisis
after the work is done and the offspring delivered into the halls of the medicinal and the miraculous, you crumble. And write poetry about the after hours. Yeah, I know this feeling and send empathy and MORE EMPATHY
- allets -
Ha ha just rewote it! Thanks
Ha ha just rewote it! Thanks Allets blessings and hugss xo
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."