• There are holes in my body. Big, gaping chasms in my heart, as wide as a quarter across and as deep as a pocket knife blade; what look like gopher holes in the flesh of my brain. An indescribably large pit in my intestines, and, believe it or not, 5  little valleys the size and shape of fingers on my right bicep. They all beg to be filled in, sewn back together, glued, tied, anything. Some of them came like a crack in a windshield, one of them came like a knife through soft butter. I think that one is bottomless. I like to ignore them but sometimes what isn't there hurts worse than what is. 

• I love this.

  gipsiesolon October 12, 2016   Link

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• You need to plug those holes before your soul leaks out.
  For real.

  NomadMonadon September 09, 2016   Link

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    That's not nice don't bite poetry:)

    oasisnesson September 09, 2016  

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