A violent ejection of memories
A repulsion of touch once sought
And voices shunned
A welcome vacuum
And empty space
Bare as fragile branches
Unflinching as on dead windlorn mornings
I sit
In narcissistic mourning
In Ms Eyre's ditch
And sneeze.
A repulsion of touch once sought
And voices shunned
A welcome vacuum
And empty space
Bare as fragile branches
Unflinching as on dead windlorn mornings
I sit
In narcissistic mourning
In Ms Eyre's ditch
And sneeze.
hah. that brought a smile! :)
ReplyDeletebtw u need to put in a follower widget unless you are hiding from people.
There you go. No longer in hiding :)
Deleteso u were hiding? :)
DeleteThat would depend on which side you were looking from.
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