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birds

i relish the wind slamming into me,
rough, raw
with the tang of salt on it.
like my uncried tears.

and i cleanse this
imagined love.
some kind of ridiculous detox.
i go through the motions.
damn
teenager that i am.

i long for sinking sand,
the smothering,
where i can curl up small
and hide away
until it's all over.

i'll wait.
the dark birds
with their shrieking
and their dark, shining
wings
will pass over.
then, i'll think.

 

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Written May 22nd, 2005

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  • theprodigalsister
    May 22, 2005
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    Powerful from first word to last... Stunning pictures here.