Thursday 29 December 2011

spike.

It was dark
So, very dark, she couldn't see
Stumbling blindly
Through the forest of forgotten things
She tripped, fell
A metal spike
Straight through her chest
Punctured through thin skin
Like a pin through paper
She bled, wept
Coursing pain in her veins
Metallic poison spreading
As the blood, left her
She couldn't die
Wouldn't, die

Got up, walked off
Stumbled blindly with a tear stained face
And nobody knew, nobody could see
In the forest of forgotten things
And out into the real world
Rusting pole protruding
And the damage remained unnoticed
The odd screech as bone scraped
On mottled steel
Time wore the ends away

Until, flush with the surface
The spike in her chest
Became one with the rest
The pain, still raging
White tinged with unhealthy green
The damage remained unnoticed
And she lived on
With a heaviness in her heart.

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