Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Finely Sharped Claw

Every word was so deliciously true.
Thoughts synonymous with speech.
It rips through the fabric like a finely sharped claw.
Everything begins to unravel,
Faster and faster.
You can't stop it.
Now, you're standing there,
Naked and alone.
Bare and vulnerable,
Before the world-
Heart in hand.

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