Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Damp earth, warm
Yet cool to touch the air--
And my chest feels heavy.
I feel your ghost weighing on my chest.
Little bodies squeek & sing,
And I feel like screaming.

My skin is on fire from the Spring air,
Burning with the atmosphere of rebirth
Because I feel nothing--
But dead branches & phantom limbs
Of where you once were
Attached to me.

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