stillness bleeds unapologetically like watercolors on an empty page
droplets running down a broken pane
lightning flashing through the pouring rain
shooting stings, like drilling needles, into a field of dried up veins
picks at scars and tears your heart like it is reinventing pain
sadness peels the scabs you’ve healed, like stickers, stuck on a wall
closing the bar, before last call
just when you’re feeling 10 feet tall
it’ll drive the nails down deep, into your bleeding skull
no response or no recall, waiting for your hopes to fall
Feeling no remorse, giving no recourse for you, at all.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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