Killing Me Softly

haunting poetry sung

to languid strum of acoustic guitar

penetrated my ear

untied my heart strings

left me bleeding

longing

on hardwood floor

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

11 comments

      1. It is also an integral part of my creative process and can set me free when I am blocked. I probably indulge too much in the heartbreakingly beautiful variety but it reminds me that I feel, that I am human, that pain can be turned into something transcendent

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