The jagged blade that was once used to savagely rip open my
heart has now rusted.
The tip broken and gouged into my flesh.
Endlessly hidden by healing lacerations and fabricated
smiles.
The edge of this, once beautiful destruction, has now left
nothing but a damaged organ.
And the memories that were, stay forever engraved into this
gash of anguish.
Oh how my heart aches for the ones who once held the spine
of that weapon.
Such damaged creations, yet only mine to endure.
Perhaps I should exorcise this demon that’s planted its grip
within my soul.
Yet tell me, how do I kill what I am… without dying myself?
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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