Saturday, August 17, 2013

Legs stretched out, crisscross, zigzag
where did the words go you drenched me in at dusk?
Blankets and pillows
a fortress made for whispers in the dark.

Rattling the cage we've built
rocking our boat to see if it will sink.
Doors won't open, close
this isn't the first time I've locked myself outside.

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