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Empty holes in my Mask
by Ava BluAgain the word suicide consumes my mind
My tongue desires the sound
Words spilling out
To the surface the blackness rises
Fires buried beneath this cave I have been hiding in
My soul is ripping
Slowly happiness falls off
Leaving a hole burning with anticipation
And desperation
My mouth is salivating at the sight
Of blood pouring from my wrists
Teeth clenched around my heart
Drinking my own blood
The word suicide
Sliding down my throat
Choking on love
I die before I am even able
To utter the sounds.
12/29/2004 Posted on 12/30/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/31/04 at 02:51 AM I'm seeing a pattern in your work here, your emotions while writing these. I do hope that someday time will heal those wounds of love lost, and hope that it will be reborn. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 01/01/05 at 07:13 PM choking on the syllables that never get out. escape, yet no escape. |
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