he carved calcium and dreams out of my ribs
like I once chiseled our initials out of a tree
slowly;
but steadily.
you don’t realize the damage until it’s done,
can’t see the whole picture until you back away.
(I always had trouble keeping my distance)
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
he carved calcium and dreams out of my ribs
like I once chiseled our initials out of a tree
slowly;
but steadily.
you don’t realize the damage until it’s done,
can’t see the whole picture until you back away.
(I always had trouble keeping my distance)
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