Thursday, September 11, 2014

Underneath the marrow

Underneath, there is pain, always. Underneath, there is an incessant silent howl of thousands cries. Underneath, there is a bottomless yearning that hits below the belt, no breath is left. Underneath, there is a sinking stomach full of eaten words, unexpressed, rotting, putrid, a frozen nausea of endless tears, tearing, tearing... Underneath, a ravine of never-melting icicles that stab. Underneath, a sickly death of gently patterned webs, bleached into nothingness.

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