blood fails, facing truth
after the downfall of a solid heart
we replace
living organs
with
clockwork toys and rubber tubes,
expecting to feel ~
pain, secured.
once
we wandered down the road
of riddled tomorrows ~
tales of caution
wasted on pubescent ears
now
we are thrown to the wolves
as our bodies dissolve;
rusty instincts
screaming bloody murder.
Miri once more perfect words chosen and written and the music I am listening to fits this so perfectly. x
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awh thanks, Jenn… glad you like it 🙂
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Love this miri — you’ve set off some ripples with this one…
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thank you, JC! 🙂
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