take my hand and climb with me…

three hundred and seven degrees: ‘the night…’

Lover of the Light ~ Mumford and Sons

three hundred and seven

how can I keep

coming back

to this:





(   h  e  l   l   )


held in place

by suture and string


though stitches

( unravel )

rent and revealing


a nightmare

( of  ugly )

scar tissue


No comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown…


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This entry was posted on August 3, 2013 by in Winter and tagged , , , , , , , , .


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