eros the bittersweet

first
posted by imani , Thursday, August 13, 2009 at 9:13 PM, in Labels:

with no recollection
of the carnage,
the murder,
the debauchery
i tread aimlessly
with your memory
cutting though my
feet, my skin
aching in the
senselessness of
things past
realizing hell is
what it feels like
the first time.

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
 

anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.