take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and three degrees: ‘as if death itself…’

Blinding ~ Florence + The Machine

two hundred and three

I used, to be. Afraid. Of skeletons, and skulls. Buried bones, sealed in soil. Their secrets, whispering. Haunted, like my heart. Used, to be. Scoured, by love. Whose appetite, exceeded. The fist, shaped muscle. Beating, at my centre. Lies, and trickery. First them, then you. And him. Destruction’s mirror, double twins. History, dead set. To reap.

Without mourning, time passes. Bloodless. Until, at last. Free. I was, allowed. To cry.


And finally it seemed that the spell was broken…

5 comments on “two hundred and three degrees: ‘as if death itself…’

  1. Sheila T Illustrated
    April 21, 2013

    Excellent photo!

  2. Victoria
    April 22, 2013

    I would frame this one, and hang it on my wall. xox

  3. seanbidd
    April 22, 2013

    Where the sunburst roses, they wed the vastness in a waking land… —>

  4. snapitures
    April 23, 2013

    Whoa – totally love this!!!

  5. bragonesi
    April 27, 2013

    Love it. Awesome!!!

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