she cuts herself off
from the things that make her alive.
these things can destroy, too.
can cut the very life right out of her.
she won't take the risk.
won't bleed for them anymore.
their fanged smiles will fade, in time.
her spirit flows elsewhere;
strengthening.
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC
she cuts herself off
from the things that make her alive.
these things can destroy, too.
can cut the very life right out of her.
she won't take the risk.
won't bleed for them anymore.
their fanged smiles will fade, in time.
her spirit flows elsewhere;
strengthening.
copyright
Rosanne Barnes
written may 2010
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