Sunday, October 13, 2013


She hangs her failures on heartstrings as on a Christmas tree,
highlights mistakes with spotlights
calculates regret and marks it with mile markers as she speeds down the highway.
She hides heartbreak like her body's a scavenger hunt
admits nothing in words, but wears her heart inside out so it beats her skin
and blood flows by accident, or miracle, or pull of the moon, she
sweats worry from her pores,
squints her eyes and
beautifully because
failures look like aspirations when upside down,
illuminated by a string of lights,
and there's a spark in her eyes that twinkles


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