Friday, September 09, 2016

In my worst moments
I am filled with such tininess
So as to cage the breath of Infinity
Within barred pain
Forgetting
He who trampled prison's gates
Who snapped the shackles
To his own wounded wrists
And called me to take up my cell-bed
And rise.

 I'm bad at vulnerability     I like to tie off places  Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...