aravelle (
aravelle
) wrote
2013
-
11
-
05
10:46 pm
Current Mood:
sad
Current Music:
The Flame -Cheap Trick
Entry tags:
poetry
poem #1
Don't swallow me, jack
There is frost numbing her fingertips and
ice nipping at her nose
there is a lump in her throat and
she whispers
"don't swallow me jack
please,
don't let them see what I already know."
Flat
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