TrystanBehm

You?

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?

Comments3

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Great beginning and ending.....

    "It’s a warm cold

    Who knew your heart could bleed out from a splinter hole?"

    KPB

  • rrivera138

    Processing pain is deeply personal, but those last two lines are universal. Keep up the goodness.

  • Heather T

    That last line lends a lot of power to the rest of your words!

    • TrystanBehm

      Thanks Heather! Appreciate the comment :)



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