My heart has shriveled,
It’s been wounded and now lays cold, unmoving,
Trapped within my ribs, a brittle useless cage.
My feverish head rests against a stone wall.
I am still breathing but I know I'm dead.
I can hear the noise my soul makes as it crumbles to the ground…
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Alina..you are such a fabulous writer..always a treat to hear your thoughts and prose!
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Kiki, thank you. You're the best! :0)
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