Your words send a powerful sword through my spleen.
Did it make you feel important in a relative sense
as the surreal thrash and air pushing out penetrated?
Stranger’s eyes follow my bloody dance through a patch of grass.
Dreams stain as I am
unable to lift my feet out.
Wounded with heart hanging
Becoming petrified.
© 23-Apr-2012 Sonja J. Johnston
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