Weaving Life
And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation ~Kahlil Gibran~
Sunday, March 19, 2017
maggot
you plucked my feathers
you clipped my wings
that wasn't enough
so, you skinned me raw
then, gnawed at my flesh
you, insatiable maggot
until I was only bone
hollow
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