Strings
By Fallen Girl
Below the lines I find myself cut and bleeding on the basement floor. Reaching for the lamp string to find the light, to touch my fingers to something pure. Something warm. I pull the string and fall; light illuminates on my pale shoulders. Reflecting the cold of the cement floor. I gather myself bleeding from my discarded soul and I weep for you, my ignorance, and myself. lacey* Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 07:16 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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