The Pieces of Who You Were

Words, it bears remembering Are simply acoustics, sounds And breath warmed by the body Mixed till sweet, sour, bitter or pungent They cannot break your skin, Choke air from lungs, pierce organs, Burst arteries or sever limbs Yet somehow they tear through Eardrums, towards skull, seeking  Deepest abscesses of minds Darkest corners of souls RootingContinue reading “The Pieces of Who You Were”

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