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Friends' Knives Cut Deeper
Whispers of destruction
Flicking catty tongues
Stripping away
The flesh of my soul
Invoking demons
Of centuries past
Back from the living dead
Maws drooling
To rip confidence
From my arrogant bones
Wisps of frigid ness
Wreak havoc through
My aching vulnerabilities
I chide myself for falling
And allowing my dear ones
To hurt me
Flicking catty tongues
Stripping away
The flesh of my soul
Invoking demons
Of centuries past
Back from the living dead
Maws drooling
To rip confidence
From my arrogant bones
Wisps of frigid ness
Wreak havoc through
My aching vulnerabilities
I chide myself for falling
And allowing my dear ones
To hurt me
Published 21st Jan 2015
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21st Jan 2015 8:50pm
Wounds inflicted by family and friends can take a lifetime to heal. Fine work, Kitty.
31st Mar 2015 3:57am
