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Literature Text
You spoke words
against me,
and not for my ears;
nurturing a silent,
tasteless poison
thriving in our negative space.
And I do not know
if it will ever find shape
or only continue
to eat at my imperfections
until I am
something less than bone.
against me,
and not for my ears;
nurturing a silent,
tasteless poison
thriving in our negative space.
And I do not know
if it will ever find shape
or only continue
to eat at my imperfections
until I am
something less than bone.
3-8-09
© 2009 - 2024 Gia-Seren
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"something less than bone" .. nice wording. A lot of feeling comes through in this.