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She was a bundle of chaos
Tied with a frayed bow on top
You knew it because of the bulges
Yet still opted for it
Then you set it against your chest
Felt the aches and pains and agony
Through the thin fabric
As if the bulging being of bedlam
Was inside of you
And then that wasn’t even enough
When your eyes were so red
And you wondered if it was ever white
When your heart felt so hurt
And you wondered if it ever felt wonderful
You opened the frayed bow
And let it all tumble out
Messy and muddled and manic
It tumbled and toppled and stumbled
Across the surface of your bones
Into the hollows of your marrow
and the crevasses of each cell
Until you thought you’d burst from the pain
And then you go numb
Numb with reverberating silence
That beats like the heart you can’t feel
And you question if your still alive
And then wish you weren’t
Wish you didn’t open
The bundle of chaos
The bundle of chaos
Which was her….
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About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Well then, enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
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