How to BreatheA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)in bed again same cinematic deliverance playing for the sixth time this
week it seems easier to get lost when I already
know the ending this morning I sewed your forgotten sweater into an oversized pillowcase a weak attempt to reconcile the wreckage that was
left behind because my hands needed something to
do because I needed to focus on stitches
not senses to miss something that never truly
existed seems a terrible waste of time and yet I drift between giving up and getting
on like a buoy unbound in a somber sea there is no pattern no constant to cling to hope sheds her scaled skin like a
reptile while I shut my eyes and try to
remember how
to breathe © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on November 21, 2013Last Updated on November 21, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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