Wednesday, August 1, 2012





































It was not long ago that she did breath deeply the perceptible rush of freedom:
  • sharp air surrounding mountains like a halo
  • the faintest jingle of keys in a stale jail cell
  • dog off-leash for the first time, 
How could she have expected you to tie her back up?
Bind skinny wrists until her bones were brittle and breaking
even before you gripped her once, tightly, and cast her into the dawn. 

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