Feed me my cracked heart
I scoffed the soot,
I drank it all
Churned it all.
Burned like ash,
Breathed like earth,
Cracked like hearth.
Peeling.
Hollow.
Find me,
A sharpened knife
A daggered grave,
An endless grief.
Straining.
Hollow.
Hollow
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I just let it out.
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I don’t blame you. Best way. It was good though
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Thank you. Glad you think so
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you’ve captured this feeling so well… something that can’t be summed up in one word, but rather, a description of the struggle. i understand very well the sentiment of a “cracked heart.” beautiful, truly xx
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Thank you so much. With this I didn’t know where to start but I just went with how I felt and let that out as honestly as I can make it. There is something indescribable about certain pains or emotions, the best you can hope for is to be close enough to that elusive quality. Hopefully this was enough.
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i think you hit it on the head–again, great job 🙂 xx
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Thank you. 😊💙
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‘Daggered Grave’
In a weird way I really liked that term – the creativity of it.
Your piece was amazing.
And really love the title!
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Aww…thank you a ton. 😄
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This is beautiful.
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