Tuesday, March 5, 2013


 I descended, dreamt & drowned
bit hard the poison underground
prayed, wrote, with ground lead bits
bitten nails, tears on fits
 I lied, bled, stumbled, fled
released insects from my head
fluttered, crashed through twisted storms
quivered on slick green thorns
dropped torn wings & heavy tome
rose up stronger & alone

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