- Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Fly



Reborn and shivering
Spat out on new terrain
Unsure unconvincing
This faint and shaky hour

Do you hear me? Do you hear my cries? Do you see these tears as they burst from my eyes and flow down my skin, scratching my surface as they move? Do you see I hurt?

Wait.

Do you want to see that I am hurt?

Read the whole write up in Dreams and Heart.

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