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My Eye, the Grave of Words
To keep my words from falling apart,
I need the blood that leaves my heart.
I chose to stay and face the pain,
so it won’t feel so strange again.
I wrote the will to still remain,
to give my empty words a name.
I gave my body, left it bare—
was that enough to make them care?
I closed my throat, I cut my skin,
but still, the blood came from within---
my eyes, where nothing moves inside,
where even soul forgot to hide.
Copyright ©
Hannah Tangestani
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