My Skin HurtsA Chapter by Following FernsI feel the cracks begin Deeper, running down The length of my body Wrapped in winter skin. An iceberg floats Once broken from A bigger home Where cold birth begun If the cracks open up Through my flesh beyond What will be down there What will be found Blood? Or Soil? Pigments of Gold? 1.29.14. 11:31pm © 2015 Following Ferns |
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