A True Story

the heart has corners given to
attacks beyond cardios - stings of words, looks
of venom, indifference born of unreason.

the pain beats all attacks and in revealing silence
you resuscitate yourself
murmuring 'it's alright' as balm.

after awhile you get the beat back
and ready for the world, you
resume transactions


ready for the next.

by gopalkrishnan krishnamoorthy

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