Thursday, August 09, 2007

The Unsaid

Drowning in the dark blood of would-be brothers who, beyond the pressing of fingers, those for whom the slice is only the beginning - and a different kind of light comes in, begging recognition and peace of mind.

It is like a map of where my heart has been.
No, it's not a negative thing.
You take it and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

I know.
I know what it's like to want to disappear.
I know.
I know how it hurts to smile.
I know.
I know how you can hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

It doesn't matter if you have all the people in the world to talk to, you still have to find the strength to say in words, what you would normally say on skin.

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