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by Rowan Luis

she breathed-in the small invisible shards,
allowed them through her bloodstream

and cried on the outbreath,
as they sliced their precious route

11/07/2007

Author's Note: some days i am full of glass

Posted on 11/07/2007
Copyright © 2021 Rowan Luis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/08/07 at 05:52 AM

Every day I'm full of glass, but that's the only way I'd have it. Your poem says much in few words - an admirable talent; one I've always been jealous of. Anyway, short poem, but very sweet; very nicely done.

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/26/07 at 03:06 PM

wonderful

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/02/08 at 09:13 AM

maybe i'm too literal, but this feels like coughing blood...

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/13/09 at 04:38 PM

oh, me too! me too!

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/13/09 at 04:38 PM

oh, me too! me too!

Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/09/10 at 03:55 PM

Broken, shattered, and full of holes in which our souls hiss like steam a they depart the flesh on each exhale... Oh, to take hit on a soul and watch my lips bleed the truth as this poem does. Vivid images!

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