Clean as Cursive
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Running on Sand
And then she got scared
became small
lost her mind
and she swallowed
like pills
all all at once
sound of words on page
sound of strings behind voice
she took a step in retreat
she pulled the blanket of night
back over her head
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