The end of friendship and trust
By ecologist
I feel...the tears well up --hanging tentatively behind raw lids...lips waiting for a touch long missed, missing hungry for a taste of passion..of hope none sits, is found in this haunted world frosted glass...fall turns to winter turning me --- into a shade, marred, scarred by pain, echoes of pain tear through my being no sharp knife blunt, raw force tearing, ripping flesh --- from my bones while tears sit quietly in the corners of my eyes Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 12:33 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I feel...the tears..."