Felt then, back, now.

Felt then, back, now.

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

If you pin and stich a blackbird, stitching and tearing his feathers and
peeling back his skin, tight, tearing and disaligning that muscular alignment,
you'll have that night. A stripping of soul from body
the painful beginning of a numbness. 

© 2011 What happened to simple old me?


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. yeah ... an excruciating numbness ...
. amazingly vivid and poignant poetry ...
. it's take infinite strength to heal from injurious memories ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Powerful....like a slap. short, strong and meaningful.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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