she ties nooses into flower stems and
hangs them from the leaves
and the rain falls down to meet them
where she sits upon her knees
and she whispers to the petals
that the angels hang in trees,
that the demons will let her go
if she teaches them to bleed
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
