Bleeding out

Parading my broken heart before you,
On the hang lines of your disregard and skepticism,
Since I’ve dug deep enough, but can’t find you inside,
Now in wait for your pin clip-dimples to support my lungs,
Bleeding out all the lies buried in my flesh,
Like a sinful prayer for your sanctity
To grant me an absolution as the damned,
Heaven might have cursed me
But hell blessed me,
I thought you were the angel to lift the curse,
You cut me open, carried me under
Then hanged me up to dry…
Here I am, still bleeding out.
©Teddy Temple 2018


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