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Tortured

Because I am human

the softness inside me only grows

with every flight of my breaking heart.

And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words

etched into the deepest parts of my soul,

but you are.

And I am alone, wading in knee high waters

singing the wistful melody

of a tortured, creative heart.

And all I can see from here

is a rainbow, beautiful and battered,

snaking through a silver

unpredictable

sky.