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reflecting [02-16-11]
by Ava Blu
i think you still read me.
i think you want to know when my fingers are broken,
and when i can't sleep without filling my lungs
with glow-in-the-dark stars and finding toys
under my bed.
i think we will see each other soon
and your throat will be full of memories and my hands
will choke them out.
02/16/2011
Posted on 02/17/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/18/11 at 05:09 AM I have to say, me too. The images I get when I read your work are...intense to say the least. |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 02/18/11 at 06:26 PM Brutalicious ;) a pleasure to read and re-read. |
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