Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Locked Doors

I climb and
scratch at the locked door,
splinters push
underneath
tender flesh that bleeds into
the dark crevices.

2 comments:

  1. Fantastic poem and picture! :D

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  2. Thank you! I have so many favorite photos from that outing.

    I kept fighting with this poem, trying to give some light or hope to the end of it, but I think it wanted to be what it wanted to be. :)

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