"core"

    
   
   
    "ART"  ;matters of "emotions", matters of the "heart"; a refuge so to speak; inward turnt outwardly....    
   
   
     usually, "feelings" running deeper than any cope could hold nor useless therapy; water bearing and or pouring back what one can't "keep" at once inside....    
   
   
  those few and far between; where heart is berry- buried in thorns prickling fresh blood drop leaks....know well the double edge of every breath one breathes....  
   
   
  agony is birthed into a gallery-of world and its mystique that lingers on until/beyond deceased....    
   
   
 why must one need to be? a ball of agony; the side effects imbedded deep.... this thing called "poetry" is not "enough"-new wounds will always bleed....