March 26, 2011

• tonight
  i undid all my stiches
  all my lies

  stripped my life of friends
  family
  killers
  and the killed

  tonight i picked at scabs
  old wounds
  and pain

  pain on all levels

  and there are no substitutions
  for being alone
  for being open
  and looking straight into the abyss

  without hesitation
  or the wings
  to fly to safety.

  • 4:14 pm
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