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Hurt
I push it down with gulps of fresh air
in attempt to waft the smell of this bacteria away.
How haunted am I by the gut-wrenching, heart-sinking infestation that will not stop punishing me.
All my mischief brings me to my knees with a pain that is no longer tangible; only an ongoing image of suffering.
in attempt to waft the smell of this bacteria away.
How haunted am I by the gut-wrenching, heart-sinking infestation that will not stop punishing me.
All my mischief brings me to my knees with a pain that is no longer tangible; only an ongoing image of suffering.
Published 13th Dec 2014
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13th Dec 2014 8:46am
13th Dec 2014 6:47pm
You might say it is heartburn. I placed it in the dark category because the story behind the poem is dark. And so is the hurt.
13th Dec 2014 2:33pm
13th Dec 2014 6:48pm
Thank you. I agree. And sometimes we just have to lose our baggage in the airport.
