9 Apr 2011

sloes


I pricked my fingers when I picked sloes
my toes froze when I picked sloes

and now it's the blood of those sloes that drip slowly onto my heart burning with its acid
shining with its blues


(in winter's skies
with tries
cries
and lies)


by princess sparrow at 09:36
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1 comment:

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