Tuesday, August 30, 2005

freedom


a lonely dance in
an empty room

long after the music
has stopped

she steps carelessly
forgetting to feel

cutting her feet on
shards of glass

trailing
a picture of crystal and red

and for a moment she forgets
who she is



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2 comments:

warm and toasty said...

this blog is dying.

Illusionary said...

almost dead.