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Monday, October 29, 2007 ___on the incineration of broken hearts voices quiet as whispers invade the minds of innocent bystanders as they stand to watch the incineration of a world of lonely hearts. they laugh, entertained as hearts are set on fire and are stabbed by rusty knives until they bleed; blood black and cold as hell must really be. they say the devil has a heart of ice and stone, it seems reasonable to believe that his world should be the same. hearts of fire are capable of passion, they are still soft on the inside. hearts of ice and stone can feel nothing, and especially not compassion, love, or passion. they hurt just to hurt. all of these hearts go around smashing each other to pieces as though it makes them happy and satisfied, but in the breaking they themselves crack. the small and bittersweet lines tracing arteries and capillaries. blueredpurple like a bruise. the map work to secret desires and inner needs, a story to what every little girl really wants. a hand to fit hers into and a chest to rest her head on when she cries. denied this, she learns the art of sulking, depression, self-absorption, and removal. she never really knew any better. or maybe she did... she was a broken sky exploding over texas nights, falling stars, meteor showers, and bursting constellations. she was dirty blonde hair, soft skin, and dirty feet. she was no shoes, pixie sticks, and quiet brilliance. there were undenied whamabonds and she was all heart and no brain, always hurting because the whole world hurt. stars and fairy sparkles in those eyes and a million happy laughs in those smiles and she was a starburst candy ace-of-hearts loverfae. dammit. we have too little to say to a world falling apart, collapsing in on itself into this beautiful disaster, creating ugliness and hate. people create destruction and we haven't learned how to apologize for it yet. by K @ 10:13 PM |
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