Mar
16
2005

Forbaden

An internal experience
of something so serious
that it's almost quietly
oh so denied

scars run across my
body like train tracks
over these lands
and I'm bruised
and beaten, but not out
for the count

i can't imagine
that I'll be back again
but i couldn't
forsee
this disaster
of reality.

silence
explodes
obliterates
and transforms
the child that once
was me

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