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body’s cold
soul’s on fire
bones are tired
but warm
so warm
that even though
i should
let my weary limbs sag
my legs propel me
to a forward march.
(don’t stop).
rest beckons
but the hand around my throat
makes me
carry on.
the bile in my mouth tastes like acid.
(you can’t stop).
i am afraid
of the silence in my brain
that will scream inside of me
of my empty heart
that will fill my eyes with tears
if I stop
running.
(keep going).
soul’s alight
burning on cold coals
skin’s red
dripping with sweat.
burned out
still burning.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (1)
Awesome piece, brought this to mind! https://youtu.be/KaY67m_btg0