22 May 2012

Birthright

Buried

Bake my bones

Brittle and broken

Flay my nerves

Fragile and shattered

I am grist for the mill

Meat for the table

Ache me, break me

Roast me on a spit

Cover me in misery

I am watered down

And poured out

Pain is my middle name

Agony is my birthright

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2 comments:

  1. It feels so daring, like laughing at the face of tormenting forces which spear through. Chilling martyrdom of being human

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  2. We're all human (to some extent) and we all suffer - something we all have in common - pain

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