Thursday, January 10, 2013

HELD BY JUST A STRING

I sit on the edge of everything.
There is nothing sudden.
Everything is slow.
We stretch like taffy.
And then you’re gone.
So silent I hear just your footsteps.
Dragging around my heart.
Letting handlebars go.
Flying off stonewalls.
Meeting people I may never know.
I am the red balloon.


I made this.
I made this moment.
I am the queen of small wild girls.
Held by just a string.

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