A Collection of Original Photography and Free Verse Poetry
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Dot your I's and cross your fingers
A Pendulum
Dangles
From hopeless rope.
Knots form in
Twisted Fingers,
Laced
With vindictive intentions.
I fell
To my knees
Choking on your daydreams.
My swollen ankles and
Your clammy-fisted hands.
I hope to forget.
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