September 5, 2011
I’ve found myself
a womb
this bridge.

I wish I could
see the stars.
I bet they’re
pretty tonight.

I feel kinda
like an ogre.
Or a troll.
Whichever one
lives under bridges.

Oh God,
I can’t even
remember the
stories my
mama used to
tell me.
Back when I
had a bed.

When I had
a home.

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leaveastorybehind said...
Sept. 13, 2011 at 10:55 pm
simple, metaphoric, sad, beautiful. :)
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