build mansions — House of Heart (a wonderful poem by Holly)

Throw away those pages, that pink littered landscape. Where is the victory in pity? Build your mansion of bones and sorrow so deep it can not be contained but spills from the fissure of your heart. Reach inside stretched skin whose scars still sting. There is no poetry in swallowed pain, of the temperate voice. […]

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