Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Damaged

Inspiration: Fight with mother dearest
Word: laugh

Words cut like knives on
the bare back of a starving child
I embrace the discomfort of your lackluster tears
with harsh sounds cascading from my tongue

I swell in a fake rejoice at the sight of your face turning
and asking for pity
I return the plead with my head falling backwards over shoulders
releasing a devilish damaged laugh

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