Secret Tears
Your words
Tiny daggers
Casually tossed my way
The blood flows
Your stare
Molten lava
Burning my flesh
With its malice
Invisible tears
Flow in silence
Masked by the rush of water
From the showerhead
My wounds are hidden
Felt but never seen
Tiny daggers
Casually tossed my way
The blood flows
Your stare
Molten lava
Burning my flesh
With its malice
Invisible tears
Flow in silence
Masked by the rush of water
From the showerhead
My wounds are hidden
Felt but never seen
Labels: Poetry
posted by Brownie at
12:00 AM
4 Comments:
"Invisible tears
Flow in silence
Masked by the rush of water
From the showerhead"
How many times I have done this... There's something almost comforting in the anonimity of crying in the shower. You can almost fool yourself if you want to.
This is lovely, Brownie. I may need to respond in kind soon....
XOX
j.
By
Jane, at 11/14/2006 7:07 PM
That was beautiful- but I hope that you are feeling better than what this sounds like! Take care..
By
leaveme alone, at 11/18/2006 11:56 AM
That's nice, but I want the details!
By
fuquinay, at 11/24/2006 12:42 PM
Hi Brownie,
Just stopping by to wish you a Merry Christmas.
AC
By
AnonymousCog, at 12/21/2006 6:18 PM
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