Fall out.
A slap to my face.
Panic in your pin-dot eyes. We can’t do this again.
Together,
is what you meant.
I freshen. You turn to sky.
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04 Mar 2014 Leave a comment
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Fall out.
A slap to my face.
Panic in your pin-dot eyes. We can’t do this again.
Together,
is what you meant.
I freshen. You turn to sky.
04 Mar 2014 Leave a comment
The hum of spring
reaches my ears,
as I dig through winter’s crown.