Survival

by Xenia Onatopp   Oct 23, 2007


My heart is a well of mercury
it leaks through my veins
poisoning my mind
My eyes are sewn shut
with the threads
of your words unkind

My hands they do search
for a reason to live
or a reason to die
My blood it races freely
scavenging for scraps
for me to survive

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