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| Harley Brown |
I broke an arm this morning
Trying to fix my inner house
And inner limbs all suffered too
As I was breaking in and out.
I painted my face all black
After failing to do a smokey cat eye
For the thousand time.
Stood there in the storm's eye
Instead.
I smudged my lips with lifeblood of the feelings
running wild inside,
Like trains
Crossing my veins
On tracks of steel
Heavy to feel.
It blew my mind away
In seconds
And crossed me like a rage.
Numbing me down to nothingness.
On which I could my lips to press
As if the bitterness to taste.
I heard you, oh sweet child of mine,
Inside you echoed loud and far;
Roaring unflinchingly at me,
I shuddered while you thought me blind.
Then louder still you played your drum
And hitting home,
I heard again
the painful echoes from afar;
And seeing now with inner eyes,
I know my hurt is personal.
And then got up, the storm,
To leave
Leaving my inner wells
In turmoil,
From containers overflowing.
Having nothing left to do,
I stood up to leave myself.
Then transformed in
food for worms,
hid amongst the autumn leaves
waiting for the birds.
