Friday, 26 July 2013

Distorted truth

Endless words,
Inked black and blue,
Run through my veins,
They came from you,
I press the memory,
A gentle nudge,
The flow subsides,
But to stop the time,
It's impossible,
My shoulders hunch,
Beneath the weight,
Of your many lies,
Cut my wrists,
They bleed the lines,
Like bad poetry,
Running in endless loops,
I play with them repeatedly,
The letters run,
Like miniature troops,
Scattering across the blank sheets,
As I remember you,
And begin to write,
The distorted truth.

~Rei Shiori

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