Friday, April 8, 2011

Broken.

Wet cheeks, gritty eyes. Wild black hair over trembling flesh. 
Bare soles and naked spine; the floor is icy and the wall unforgiving. 
Sobs echo through empty lungs and knees dig deeper into aching ribs. Rocking. Rocking. 
Arms clamped around spidery legs. Fingers white as bone. Chest scratched raw by desperate nails...
But nothing can save a bleeding heart.

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