Someone Whose Heart Never Stops Bleeding

Pouring a soul into the page is the easiest thing
for someone whose heart never stops bleeding.
Sometimes the craft is in the knowing
what words must be

cut,

even if that means
all of them.

Only those of us who will carve stories into our own selves can understand
a bloody hole
is more beautiful
than unbroken flesh.

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3 Responses to Someone Whose Heart Never Stops Bleeding

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    You’re right, Jones. Cutting deep, even the bits and pieces you love, is the pain that feels good eventually.

    I have so much back stuff to read from you.

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