the hem of mother nature's skirt (incomplete) by Angela Thomas Central Park is like the hem of Mother Nature's peridot skirt poking out from the middle of a train wreck. I miss you more than I can quantify and I feel like without you, my hands keep trying to curl around the steel bars on the subway, the old wood of my staircase, anything that might be warm to the touch. I sleep kissing my pillow because before, your head had touched it and it still smells just as sweet as you. I just miss you is all. 08/26/2005 Author's Note: totally not finished. Posted on 08/27/2005 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)