Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Bad Moon Rising

What If You Told Me

If you told me that,
I would have to build a cage
to contain it all,
all feathers, all fluffed
up, willing to scream and peck
out my eyes in love,
the strange love of pain
contained in hidden bloody
words scrawled in the air.

September 13, 2010 9:20 PM

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