night

Headache

I can hear myself swallow Each movement Jerks Against the corners of the inside of my mind Irregular movements Make uneven beats They pound inside me Building heat Filling my eyes Tears hot Covering my cheeks The scars Where they cut me open Skin, flesh, skull They throb As though alive for themselves I ache […]

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Night

I only write poems at night While he snores But my heart beats too fast Too loud For sleep Or comfort Or hope I can hear the rain It calls me It wants to cleanse this broken heart I want to leave it broken See how much I can take Until the light resurfaces

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