the trials and tribulations of the unknown stuntman
Monday, 9 November 2009
burnt up
Stabbed deep in the heart
with what feels like
a car cigarette lighter,
emotions rapidly boil.
Blood congeals
this burn slowly heals.
Scarred skin
now only remains.
My lover,
my bestfriend,
you traitor.
Into this isolation
once again.
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