roots, room & a heartbeat irrigation

Apr 03, 2011 23:26

I'm sawtooth and mend from works of water. a passing night or two, or maybe even three can appear a blank page. pushing smoke and nail bite, spit and whisking it aside. every cough a brushstroke backwards. I'm burning threads and more than likely bringing out my own dead. this carton is my pinto. everytime - I turn my hands 'round from a dirtpile ( Read more... )

creative writing, prose, ash burress

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cuqipier April 14 2011, 05:55:16 UTC
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