Oh how your words hurt me at times,
pretty little pains they are
the way they sink into my flesh
like lyrical tongues of glass
becoming the transparent
parasites in an underground river;
causing the Onchocerciasis of my heart.
Blind flowing blood sticking in still frames
movement captured in microseconds
and almost-heartbeats, yet still coursing
quickly through my capillaries for you.
My heart is blind…
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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