Ripping Out and Burning the Ache
The Knife Went Where It Wanted - A Collection
I yank out my heart, and my trembling handsask it to be quiet: "be still," I beg.How does the body stop hurting, by ripping outand burning the ache?
Do I break my knees so that I no longerhave to wade through this grief?If my elbows and forearms crumble, will theystop holding onto the anger?
I put my heart back in its cavern. I tuck it in.I tell it to rest, to lay down and stop shaking,to do the things I cannot seem to. I pull the woolover its scars. I let them chafe against the warmth.
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Kathleen Ferguson
21 year old Canadian bisexual weirdo who sometimes paints, writes poetry. always thinking about napping, cats, music, and cigarettes. likes to be thought of every once and a while. all my header photos are of my hometown sunsets.
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