they come in
rage
bruising with light
maybe the angry anger
for once it is stripped away
all that will be left
is hurt
the open wound of the heart
the smile softening a scream
now let it be said
until there is no more
to say
if i can no longer
heal the pain
let the pain
heal me
Mizpellt wurdz
Only as good as my word, and I often have pretty bad – or should I say poor – word choice.
always flip it
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