Sunday, March 14, 2010

i wrapped up what i loved most, 
swallowed them whole and sewed myself shut.
all the stitches have torn.
everything has ripped apart and melted away.
it all flew away.
it all lies somewhere alone and dying 
on top of grass i used to run through as a child.
sleep still.


  1. I am really into the way you write!

  2. I really enjoy this! And what I've read so far. It's raw and beautiful.


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