Yea, collapse unto yourself,
You flimsy sheath of wall.
Litter my broken heartstrings
With your enormous fall.
And might you step onto the aisle-
Let me my wounds behold?
Or not, for not so brave are my eyes
To see my bludgeoned soul.
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
