Just before dawn, we feel
the pull of the moon’s fingers,
tracing splinters across the ceiling. Tighten
their grip and start slipping, burning
trenches in the air
above our heads.
I came to this place
Alone with nothing more
than two decades of experience
in breathing, and a bucket
of water where my blood should be; my veins
are garden hoses.
Can someone tell me
What I’ve learned?
Kiss the skin from my bones.
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Words - I has none! This is already a flickr favorite of mine and I love your writing. You’re so charming!
<3. I'm so glad you have an DSLR at your disposal now.
Your work deserves a fun tool to play with.