![]() Bungee JumpingA Poem by Kaela Craven
Making it worse, I know. But I am in no state to make it better. It's been insult on injury today. Actually, for more than a few days now. Always something new. Bungee cord around my ankles - Too high Then too low. My stomach melting plastic. My body's been listening too long to my heart, And I fall. I had a broken start. © 2008 Kaela Craven |
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Added on August 10, 2008 Last Updated on August 10, 2008 Author![]() Kaela CravenTucson, AZAbout"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more..Writing
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