Tuesday, August 11, 2009

you'll never know what it's been like for me




I slip white oleanders behind my ears and he laces delilahs through my hair. We tie bandanas around our wrists and walk barefoot and fall into the cool grass with a scream, with a splash. And my dewy fingertips reach up to the sun, and in the cold light of morning I am myself, completely whole and wholly broken.

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Done to death by slanderous tongues