My heart bleeds thick black blood - like tar
Salty rivers run down my cheeks
Because you're hurt within.
You're holding my hand,
but I need an airplane to reach you.

You entered a cave and left me to rot.
Your pain encases mee like brutal hands around my neck.
Close the door to your cave, or come back to me!

 Part those sweet lips -
What I don't know will kill me.
Spare me.
Let go of my hand,
or let go of my neck.
Let go of your secrets,
or let go of me.

             --Crystal Goudy

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