Poem -
fairytales
my teeth hit the rope,
pulling death by the neck,
i am strangling,
feeling breathless.Â
dead weight is
weightless.Â
i fall in drift,
curving along the pale
before the blue.Â
i reach a point where
i reach you
and it’s all over here.Â
all of it.Â
there is no such thing as
fairytales.Â
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Ouch ............... sadly, I enjoyed this .. & very much ... N
I'm with Neville here, enjoyed and more to the point...deeply understood x