Thursday, February 8, 2018

The gut

the gut
drew a line along her throat
and changed the way
the corner of her mouth curls
when she smiles

something stolen
something knowing
that breathes the same
but bears the scars of a violated mind

that gut
stuck between words that
don’t fit anymore
that hurt to say
because somewhere in them
they betray
her lost innocence

like she was sliced open
emptied
and put on life support
hooked up to someone else's dream
while she learned to hate
being wanted

every glance
puts me in my place
and as much as I want to love her
she is unquestionably
unavailable

@02.08.18 ebn

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