From a Bleeding Heart

King mouse door house. Weary sailor. Dried tears. Stained face.
Warm, thick, red, cooling. Crusting. Cracking. Hardening.
Contrasts the condition.
Last words known not to be true still ring.
Hidden. Sheltered. Why so sad. Why so afraid.
What now, what next, where to. Don’t let my heart decide.
Tangled thoughts and fears. Conflicted feelings.
Wounds, old and new, shiny wet.
Let me heal, don’t make me lay exposed.
Don’t touch my skin which aches for you.
Don’t comfort me, its all I want.

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