Monday, April 13, 2015

The Shell

You fabricate
Your paper mache heart
With the hollow voices
Of the men you love
You subjugate
Loves binding strings
Making something meaningless


You wander
Wonder about what’s beyond
Gather
The looks and stares from everyone


They can’t see
Inside, what is happening
Black blood
Coursing to an empty shell

What once was is gone away

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