Maybe it's time to wrap them up - he said -
these demons yelling in my head
these crazy bitches clasping my veins shut
And the heart pumps dry.
Three angels. Salt wings.
Many revolutions that went by
bad girl moods
hazel eyed peters.
Getting stuck . Falling in love.
Move slowly on - he said.
Another is waiting. In line.
1 comment:
Echoes of a Shakespeare play,
economically done quite well.
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