still
Monday, January 23, 2012
your wings unfold
with the hollowed bird bones of an all grown up victim
you tie red ribbon around
sandpaper wrists
done, you tell her
to react.
a self declared brush
press the warm
tricolored promise over her mouth.
to dust out intention.
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