Heirloom
By zuzus petals
Crouched down she stares at me As if she knows she’ll see herself Through my eyes someday. I wish I could zip up her wrists And erase those hateful words etched upon flesh, Like the veins in praised heirlooms; Their paths marking up what once was new But leaving behind something still just as beautiful.to a dear friend worth fighting for Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 09:54 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Crouched down she stares at me ..."