Thursday, April 24, 2014

21/30 The Accident (part 5)

the birds keep on singing
the vacant smile I wear
to hide what is hidden falters
no one notices 
not even me
if I come back from where I’ve gone
will it be noticed
will I notice the return 
of my parts 
things never happen in a straight line
some happen dark as dried blood
you can never deny

what has never been said

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