Plucking and snipping at my chordae tendineae
Futile efforts of resuscitating its dull thrum.
The softshell of my unblemished interior,
Its remains were scarred, stabbed and scabbed.
Battered raw, I was anything but an afterthought.
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Raindrops
PoésieThis is a collection of poetry that contains themes and topics loosely related to one another; some light-hearted and some heavier in nature. But be certain that you will find at least one of them that will resonate with you.
Undone
Plucking and snipping at my chordae tendineae
Futile efforts of resuscitating its dull thrum.
The softshell of my unblemished interior,
Its remains were scarred, stabbed and scabbed.
Battered raw, I was anything but an afterthought.