Eating Rocks

May 1, 2009
By Anonymous

I like to eat rocks
The salt scratching down my throat
The tears trickle down my bones
The pain of the deep trench,
Held high in my face.

Bob broke Sam.
Sam is my heart.
It lies in pieces
Shredded like old homework in
The wastebasket.

The searing pain.
Confusion and fury.
I hurt.
The gashed.
The blood.

It’s fiction,
The imagery is there.
The facts true.

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on May. 28 2009 at 10:28 am
despurlock DIAMOND, Morgantown, West Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The heart has its reasons which reason does not know." -Pascal, Pensees, 1670

Hi, my name is despurlock and I am the one who published this poem, however I published it anonymously because this is not like my other poems and I was not sure how people would take this one. Please let me know what you think and I would love for you to read my other poems and tell me what you think! Thanks so much! :)

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