spillage

April 7, 2015 at 12:49 pm 9 comments

~

you wield the knife

which always impales my heart ~

ensuing in a spill ~

.

a mess of thoughts ~

.

landing in piles

strewn

on

a

page ~ leaving me

.

with

an

unsettled

soul

and

words ~

~

waiting to be written.

~

~

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