March 2010
2 posts
kelliope:
i will return here one day and dig up my bones from the clay i buried nails and strings and hair and that old tooth i believe was a bear’s i held my hand in the fire it burned me down to the wires blood suckers hide beneath my bed and black fumes of skin so gently bled i slept with a cat on my breast slowing my heart stealing my breath at sunrise the monkeys will fly and...
