it's a special type of cold up there
my bones ache when i awaken,
skin stings
shadows tell me i am not safe
so i moved away
i don't enjoy being confined
to the open of the caring
but
i do not miss
ripping myself apart
just to fall asleep.
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.
