Silk Hearts

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The crushing of the bones.

The all too familiar snap.

What unto do we compare our bones pain to?

Perhaps our organs.

 

The delicate flesh that protects the most vital arteries

in our body,

a simple cut can break through it.

Alas, who says the cut must be physical?

 

Lies deep within us,

a soul, a spirit, and in conclusion,

our heart.

Why must one make it so easy to

cut through?

To slice into our very hearts using

another being?

 

The pain is the strongest.

How I would rather suffer a heart attack!

How I would rather reach to death!

 

Perhaps, death has already hovered over me.

I can feel his silk cloak wrapping around my skin.

The silk is so soft, so enticing.

I yearn to caress the silk molding to my skin.

Upon the cloaking,

death is said to feel a numb.

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braidlocs

Although death is said to feel numb life is precious and so are you God loves you and so does someone else in this world. So don't make death come faster than needed or even think about it. Live and try to enjoy life it's pains may seem unbareable but you can still get through. It pains me to read these words and know no one has responded. I care. I may have not seen your face, but I care. I care to tell you before it's too late. LIVE!

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