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by Poet on the Piano   Nov 27, 2012


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She threw paint around
in spasms of temper
until
her heart bled out,
filming its secrets
on her bedroom wall.

And no one did more
than whisper that it was
anemic ghosts.

So she drew arrows
on white tank tops,
hoping to direct the heart
back.

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* written November 27, 2012 at 6:23 pm.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Creative, abstract and succinct. I found this inspiring, as I've been wanting to write more abstract, short poems lately. The ending, and the metaphors are so unique.

    Really enjoyed this.

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Awesome. Awesome. The last stanza was perfect. It flowed like river waters in my ears.

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