bulwark stops me dead.
solace seeks a certainty
stop,
drop,
roll,
Repeat.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
the truth.
he cannot
evade time
an insect to the light
an insect to the light
with his words
he glares her in the eye
pinning her mind
to the wall
she struggles
to keep her
feet on the ground
the caustic breath
of fear hovers
and draws the
shades tight
she is forced to wear
a borrowed burqa
she is an orange bird
outside the
dusty glass
© 5.14.2013 heather brager
Monday, May 6, 2013
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