I've been sewing and sewing.
My fingers pricked to strips of skin.
She tore me open. Ripped me.
Lullabies. Love. Lies.
I'm out of thread.
All the spools couldn't hold enough.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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The Other Side Of The Reflection
I always say exactly what I mean, but I don't mean what I say.