July 2011
99 posts
June 2011
59 posts
Black Magic
Magic Wands
Can’t stop dancing. Won’t stop dancing. Ever. Ever. Ever.
truth (in the business of misery)
come out from where you’ve hid,
it’s tired now, where the heart once lived.
a faded Polaroid framed and taped
to fort walls built to keep the hurt out.
it’s been burned at the corner
with a low flame, slow and steady as a sunrise.
it’s not light out yet,
come out from where you’ve hid.
it’s empty now, where the heart once lived.
