Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Suicidal Soul

Just imagine
if you will
the most perfect peach
Skin firm 
delicately soft
Flesh unblemished 
plump
Desirable 
like the human soul 
Juicy with love

Tragedy 
The peach is dropped 
Trauma
bruising too deep 
Rejection
betrayal
guilt and anger
Those maggots get in
Flesh begins to wither 
Mutilates 
Self destructs

The seed
Sole survivor
Unrecognisable from before 
Dehydrated
Hard and lined
Every mark
an emotional scar 
You see the mind is all control
When the soul wants to die 
the body complies 


























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