chokemeout
09/01/09, 04:16 AM
Unspoken words written in the ashes of burning bridges
Crabs scuttle, blur the meaning
I find the pieces between blank pages
Where circles converge,
Accumulate,
Scatter.
I sidestep the nuances; let bound tears soften the sand at our feet.
There are creases in the folds inside city walls
inside a heart, between the lines a space is sewn shut.
Erasure.
Crabs scuttle, blur the meaning
I find the pieces between blank pages
Where circles converge,
Accumulate,
Scatter.
I sidestep the nuances; let bound tears soften the sand at our feet.
There are creases in the folds inside city walls
inside a heart, between the lines a space is sewn shut.
Erasure.