Saturday, December 5, 2009
Silver Tears
I bent my head as forward as it would go till I felt my pulse gurgling through my neck. My windpipe closes off and everything else fades into the lumpy passage of the blood making its way through my corotid artery. I wish sometimes I could slip out of this blasphemed casting, unfold my arms full of feathers and leave this place in rays of light.
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