Thursday, December 29, 2011


I ignore the strings
Pulling me like a
Fish hooked on a line
Toward a walking bridge
Passing over 18th.
Watching,
Waiting for the right time
The right vehicle to cross below
Slash the ropes
Tangled through my mind,
Moving my limbs,
No longer suspended,
I fall to a quick, lovely demise. 

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