Emotions bubble to the surface,
Too long subdued.
They are raw, uncensored,
Ugly to see, worse to hear.
How does the heart begin to heal?
Where is a salve to ease the pain,
To cleanse the gaping wound?
Will it remain forever tattooed,
An effigy to your betrayal?
© 27MAR2011 ajj
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