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Monday, June 28, 2010

Black

I look into my heart and I see black
Black... poisoning, destructive black
Only when the black is gone will I be saved
I take the knife and press it to my breast
The fragile skin breaks like tissue paper
I tear out the black... my heart;
and hold it beating in my hand.
The black turns crimson, as the blood pours from my body
The pitiful existence I called a life leaving me forever.
Black surrounds me again; but this time, I am not aware
Clare Webb
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