A Moment of Me
This clock runs faster,
so say beaten footsteps
as grass shapes scars.
Fists break jaws
but not words.
Motion of water,
a delicate sickness
of squeezing sorrow.
The earthquake of a
caged heart
I am no more.
so say beaten footsteps
as grass shapes scars.
Fists break jaws
but not words.
Motion of water,
a delicate sickness
of squeezing sorrow.
The earthquake of a
caged heart
I am no more.