Stretching my heart onto a canvas
something viewed as bold and fresh
Blood, sweat and tears to stir the madness
an offering of virgin flesh
I thought for sure the crows remembered, because
they seldom will forget
The way the hunger begs and claws
under wires red, raw and wet
A sampling meant for the masses
cut into pieces to appease
Handing out rose colored glasses
to see the spaces in between
Pulled and stretched to fill a purpose
sculpting, but never changing me
Mutating what is on the surface
still cradling what hides beneath
Picking the bones until exposure
still the hunger goes unsatisfied
I guess you never will find closure
until the need for it subsides
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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