Tucked away
ribcage-bound,
each rib enumerating
a decade or a time
the heart retreats
to lick its wounds
If I tuck my heart
deeper, will you
excavate back to Eden
the origin of emotion?
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 8:25 AM UTC
Tucked away
ribcage-bound,
each rib enumerating
a decade or a time
the heart retreats
to lick its wounds
If I tuck my heart
deeper, will you
excavate back to Eden
the origin of emotion?
Would really appreciate comments for this - sending this for a magazine. So I'd be taking it off after a few days. Thanks.
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