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the old bruises often hurt the most

Posted to Poetry




evening is a beautiful dark bruise
on the blue-day sky

just so are the marks you leave
on the otherwise unmarred skin
of my under-explored breast

I called that "Beauty is Vague", sort of an 'in the eye of the beholder deal'. Really, I felt that your piece was the same. Maybe you can't stop running because you can't find a reason to? Or maybe because you haven't crossed that metaphorical bridge. whatever it is, the things that you're passing through have shaped this piece and likely yourself. Don't run too fast or you may not beable to stop yourself when the time comes.