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A Poem by Heather Rodwell

I'm breathing into
A heart that never opens,
A soul that never cries
And a body still and silent.
Tragically I manipulate
Myself into believing
That the ghost of all my fears
Will evaporate
Into a bowl
Of cherry infused rum.
I'm enticed 
By the sweet flavour
Of my seductive destruction 
I hum to the tune
Of my spirit betraying
The intimate connection
Between me and myself.

© 2014 Heather Rodwell

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nice... touchy..i enjoyed reading it

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on November 27, 2014
Last Updated on November 27, 2014


Heather Rodwell
Heather Rodwell

Cape Town, South Africa

As a normal human being would, I'd do things, see people and go places. Yet I see everything in a different light. I watched my grandfather die, and instead of crying, I was inspired. I have a morbid .. more..

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