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Monday, January 7, 2008

Learning to Fly

She used the blank pages
of her journal as a dustcloth,
collecting the cerebral lint
torturing her thoughts and soul.

A funeral pyre of pages
exorcised the demons forever.
Gone, never to be remembered
except that they once existed.

Now she can fly.



4 comments:

Lorraine said...

You are so freaking talented that sometimes I can't really stand it.

Just saying.

Anonymous said...

I love being your friend.
(:

more cowbell said...

Ooh, I love the first stanza.

(That is a stanza, isn't it?)

Anonymous said...

Just fell on your blog--did you actually make this picture? Fantastic!! Really fantastic work.
Thanks for sharing it. Freakin' talented, indeed.