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To Remove Their Poisoned Darts
by Ken HarnischOld lovers cut me
With their words
If not their intentions
And I became, to some, a pincushion
To remove their poisoned darts
I soaked them in honey and
Time, then pulled each one slowly
From my skin
It is the ones in my heart
That were the toughest
And most painful
To extract.
They were bloodless:
Much like leeches
Who sap the lifeblood
From you and nary
Leave a mark
But those wounds were open
And always deep, and no honey
I ever dipped
Seemed to cure
The broken heart.
08/10/2009 Author's Note: Tag, M...you;re on again
Posted on 08/10/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
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| Posted by Kris Mara on 08/11/09 at 02:03 AM beautiful (sorry, I'm out of words today, like many, but I had to let you know I was here reading and love when I get to hear your words.) |
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