Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Spoken from the highest branch of my glory



Spoken from the highest branch of my glory


Who wants 
to bring down the door 
where I buried 
my silence, a silence I paid for 
with shame and the daily castration 
of pride and love, a love that is 
nothing but the dirty side
of a fallen tree?

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