Monday, March 8, 2004To SleepWater drips from the tank slow and steady a broken waterfall or the shattering of glass as the pieces rip into my flesh the blood seeps into the polished wood below floors my feet have walked across to see the waters part and increase the distance between myself and the world, for I am what they... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 6:48 AM Comments (1) (permalink) |
