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Dirty love

The sun is a cruel beauty; a scorned lover exposing the macabre patterns  
of my past. I cover them in vines and needles, but the scars still burn beneath  
an empyrean sky. I waste the burden of daylight in the darkest corner booth I can find,  
finishing off the last of my smokes and hiding in the cloud.
 
My knock around heart rises and sets with the moon, her living beams  
passing through the slate grey reflections of a dingy, one way mirror.  
From my side of the glass, I taste the rain, but all it does  
is make a cheap shot of whisky a little bit cheaper.
 
Women like me have nothing to lose but our own concept of an actual soul.  
Always on the run, just trying to survive as we wind up in a seedy back alley  
somewhere, getting our knees dirty for a twenty dollar bill.  
 
Life has been one lost battle after another, my kindness  
used against me like a double edged dagger while all things good  
slipped quietly through my bloodied hands. I held on tightly  
to the most important one; the only one that mattered.  
I keep it in a safe place.
 
My heart...
 
I know you'll take good care of it.


   (artwork by Marta Astfalck-Vietz)
Kasai
Written by Kasai
Published | Edited 16th Feb 2017
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