Wednesday, August 31, 2016

So They Say. But They Lie.

They say the heart is made of flesh and bones and blood.
How then, when it breaks, can it shatter like fine glass, into a million irretrievable pieces? 
Why then, does the red blood cut through the bones and fall from numb eyes, like the rains of July?
People that talk of my fortitude? What would they know? They lie. Oh, how well they (and I) lie.

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