The blood drips from her eyelashes
Onto her punched out heart filled with smoldering ashes
Her bladder churns out a burning pool of pain
While her hands are numb from sewing love knots in vain
Her legs keep running even while her bones become brittle
Quietly her nose tastes the bile that rises from the childhood cradle
This is how a mind aches
Categories: mental health, Poetry
psychologistmimi 
Beautiful! That was my yesterday and I can vouch for it’s perfect core truth.
[insert over-long bunch of rave reviews]
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Thanks a ton!!!!! Hope your days are getting better. Still too raw? Sending you good cheers
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Oddly, I’m surprisingly better. The beauty of your dark poetry was one real part of it!
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I’m so happy to hear you are doing better. Lets see what my mind and soul turn out tomorrow. 🙂
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I swear we must be sisters from another mister. Your poem’s imagery reminds me of my own writing.
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Lol. That’s funny. Kismet
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“While her hands are numb from sewing love knots in vain
Her legs keep running even while her bones become brittle”
These two phrases are really amazing. Exactly picturises how the mind feels when under a certain leakage of pressure.
Great
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Thanks so much for your nice note. Glad you liked it. Hope you are having a great day
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Sure mimi!
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u explained it as you felt it man . Nice work
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