after the bridge
is burnt it doesn’t much matter,
the why
*
everything breaks
eventually and something
contains all this brokenness
*
there was never
a bridge anyway—it’s our own
charred flesh we smell
April 16, 2014 by Rosemerry
after the bridge
is burnt it doesn’t much matter,
the why
*
everything breaks
eventually and something
contains all this brokenness
*
there was never
a bridge anyway—it’s our own
charred flesh we smell
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Yipes! That last one is crispy. But I am especially fond of the first.