January 31, 2012

It feels like having a torn hole inside you;
Red and ragged at the edges,
Where teeth have grabbed
And pulled and ripped,
Fringing a dark and bloody void.
It aches and aches
And will not heal,
Never fill.
Just a torn and bloody hole
Where love used to be
And now never will.


A boy from the wrong side of tracks

Had ears that filled up with wax

He extruded two candles

From his ears, like handles

And went out at night to buy snacks.

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