A broken boy, staring up from the salted depths, you tell me to smile with my whole face, as if I could. And though I am emaciated from awaiting the nourishment of dawn, I inhale the stroke of midnight one final time.
10/28/2003
Posted on 10/28/2003Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
The last line suggests a new begining. A realization based on ligic. Nice little piece.
