On My Shoulders

Blood-thirsty slugs latch onto my spine,

or are they simply leeches leftover

from when you had placed Earth

on my shoulders?

I would shed tear by tear by tear,

had I been able to cry;

for how am I able to weep

if I am now one heart shy?

Author's Note

Terrifyingly unorganized; I know, but it wrote itself. Can't blame me.
Photo courtesy of MindCraft of Deviant Art.

Reviews

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Heavy! Whoa...
I'm sure you could tidy it up, but you got your message through.
I feel you

[Tai Ryens]

Alas, you lay your eyes upon one of my poems unscathed by my picky revisions. Find another and see more organization.

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I have a knack for that. It's a gift :-)

[Baby Ricochet]

Blood thirsty slugs latch onto my spine. Aaaaahh... That's what I'm talking about.

[Pax]

oh i can't blame you on that part :)
its the emotions or should i say your heart is talking...
i see betrayal and love tear a person apart...
leaving you almost half empty in feelings...
i like it. well expressed.

[Tasha]

Wow, truly impactful. Nice imagery as well. The first line was so interesting I had to keep reading. Thanks for sharing :)