It’s a warm cold;
Internal heat, evaporating too quickly
A numbing pain, playing tricks
Death with no sensation.
My gaze shifts down
The trail, deep purple
Monotonous in its rhythm.
- Who knew your heart could bleed out from a splinter hole?
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Great beginning and ending.....
"It’s a warm cold
Who knew your heart could bleed out from a splinter hole?"
KPB
Processing pain is deeply personal, but those last two lines are universal. Keep up the goodness.
That last line lends a lot of power to the rest of your words!
Thanks Heather! Appreciate the comment 🙂
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