Are we beyond repair?

Are we beyond repair?

We hid little baggies of sunshine in our waistbands to blind the assassin memories that returned every night to filet away a bit more of our humanity. Seemed like the music in my belly had shriveled and died. An immaculate miscarriage. The hemorrhage was ceaseless. She says I’m still bleeding.

Reviews

[Bertie]

Highly raw and anatomical, a poem that gives me a lot of food for thought. For me there is a lot of fragmentation and I wonder at the way in which you have compounded so many intense images into such a succinct little piece, it really is the definition of pithy..A unexpectedly clever and deep little piece, well done x

[roarke]

the images, the thoughts, the words, the imagination- how do they all collide and combine? Is our understanding linear of holographic? If time is a point in space, an atom in the dark matter of the universe, which direction does it proceed in, past, present, future?

If you find the answers to these questions you will probably articulate them in the same manner as this writing.
You get a translation merit badge for this one RG.....