Day One Hundred and Fifty Four: 24th December 2012

Your words reverberate sharp,
Slicing my soul,
Double edged tongue,
A blunt razor cutting.

Bleeding an invisible pain,
I am intangible,
An ebbing mass,
As you turn,
And walk away.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

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