The cuts on my lips spread open and form a flower with dry, falling petals. Exhausted but unable to sleep, the flower begins to shrivel and encompasses my lungs until I collapse, heart screaming out for the end.
To my dismay, I awake to find my bones turning to dust. My ribs fan out like angel wings, white and delicate. From my place against the pavement, the wind feels like a mourning dove singing into my ear. I hear it say, "You are whole.' Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |