Death Journey
Jun. 7th, 2012 09:39 amNumbness creeping over me-
my frantic heart is a trapped bird,
fluttering tiny wings-
in my chest.
The fall was hard-
my body broke
the tiny slivers that remained-
were like broken glass-
My soul floats free-
smoke in the wind-
mist in the storm-
angels whisper-
softly-
and then-
no more.
my frantic heart is a trapped bird,
fluttering tiny wings-
in my chest.
The fall was hard-
my body broke
the tiny slivers that remained-
were like broken glass-
My soul floats free-
smoke in the wind-
mist in the storm-
angels whisper-
softly-
and then-
no more.
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on 2012-06-09 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
on 2012-06-09 04:38 am (UTC)