A poem about Dick's response to pain. It's quite. . . disturbing. Oh, no, not full of gore and all that stuff. Quite simple and nice, language-wise. But if you read it fully, see how it's kind of like a laughing circus clown chanting in the background. . . See it however you will see it. To me it's sad and rather disturbing. To someone else it might be a fun little nursery rhymes. . . Of course, nursery rhymes are disturbing. . .
Anyhow, reviews are more than welcome! Read, enjoy!
p.s. if you have time to read it a second time, take away the sew them ups and the first five parts actually connect. Oh and also every last word in the last line of one part goes with the third line of the next!
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Gashes
All the gashes
Here a deep one
Here it's smaller
Not the soul-
Sew them up
Sew them up
Just the heart
Not so bad
Not so cold
What to do?-
Sew them up
Sew them up
Here, the thread
Not so strong
Not so soon
Even then-
Sew them up
Sew them up
Take the lies now
Try to hate
Try pretend
Use the mask and-
Sew them up
Sew them up
See now –gone!
All the gashes
All the damned
A few months 'till you-
Sew them up
Sew them up
Locked inside
Hide the anger
Hide the clues
Bottled tears, just-
Sew them up
Sew them up
