tonight i could walk out of this house and never be seen again. i could become, or already have become, a ghost...a wandering mist, a willow-wisp. the air will swallow me, and i will be free of you.
11/01/2009
Posted on 11/02/2009Copyright © 2023 Vikki Owens
"or already have become" - this is the key line to me, and it brings such a sadness to this. That last stanza is lovely.
