Sunday, 20 November 2011
i woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. broke the skin of dreams embroidered with hair onto this quilt covering my body. my body with it's heart that waxes and wanes with the moon and contemplates the notion of home. the kind built of bricks and memories with floorboards that always seem to breathe flowers through their dark gaps. growing wild under foot i braid them around your face as i imagine it in the rain as you sail these winter seas with arrows strapped across your back.
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