Où est Flora?

November 21, 2009
By Anonymous

Bitter sweetness fills my mouth,
tinged with dread,
As sunlight churns the air,
running through damp hair,
And a tightness grips my chest,
begging to be spread,
As voices strip me bare,

And it’s all in my head.



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