Ravens & Razor Blades
One more breath,as the tears form the story of disbelief around my heart.
And now...
You're gone.
Schraded razor blades
meet warm, veined flesh.
The tender skin parts at the
blunt force of metal,
spilling crimson on the epidermis.
The broken trust
leaks ravens and magpies across my perfect sky.
I guess now,
is the time,
to learn how to live life without you.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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