Falling in to our mother's tears
filleting our hearts
finding a passage through fear and
failing but signing
signatures on souls and solemn
symbols and falling
falling
falling.
Hang on.
Sacrificial soothing
soma again
so much
so when
we hear that siren
we will know
our mirrors
and until we have faces
we will have tears.
1 comment:
Moving and beautifully written.
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