Sunday, August 4, 2013

Hurt

Hurt,
in the plural,
fused together
as one
through
the confusion
of years
and new
disappointments,
no marks,
(now)
up close
and personal,
deep bruises
where none
can taste,
black breath
hiss in
your ear
with repetition,
oily burns
smell in
your nostril,
no incense
relief for
lighted candles,
put another
coin in the box
and stay
away from
anymore who'd
do the same.


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

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