There's all this hurt stored up inside of me
All packed tightly inside a glass jar deep in my heart
And one day when I try to stuff just
One more little piece of pain into this dangerous thing,
It will explode, sending slivers of shiny sharp
shards through my veins
And all the frustrations, guilts and smothered bits of sadness and ambiguous dark hurts
will burst and overwhelm me till it comes flooding out in dark spurts from beneath my fingernails, ears and eyes,
red tear trails rolling down my face
and tho that scary little place inside of me will be gone, so will the rest of me be blown to smithereens
they will find tiny bits of my body sticking to the walls,
a finger here, a bit of skull there,
drifting wisps of dark blond hair floating softly to the floor in the wake of the atomic explosion
which had been waiting to take place in that little jar which i tried to ignore as it ticked silently inside my heart. . .

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