HoleA Poem by Katya_StotskayaI am not like other creatures On a place where should be heart I have hole and ugly stitches Cover flesh, which slides apart. When I try to readjust it, Needles break from sewing up And my ribs stick out nasty Making wound to bleed nonstop. Was it God or nature messing with my body through the pain... Is it curse or is it blessing? I have no one to explain © 2018 Katya_Stotskaya |
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