Glass strung on black wires.
Reaching with the soft skin of a child,
fingers splayed in the yellow light.
Struck by a sudden
penetrative pain.
Reeling, I take another bite.
I dare to let my hair down.
I curl into your palms.
And slowly
I revert to my old ways;
stop the bleeding.
beautiful imagery, and the last verse is very comforting.
ReplyDelete"revert to my old ways" This was my favorite line.
ReplyDeletethis was stunning... can almost see the movements unfolding. love the descriptions!
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