Stairwell down:
My feet flow over steps
like roots in the ground,
stretching, seeking the safest path.
Creaking, groaning under
the weight of my dream:
The one where it finds me.
My throat closes still--
with the thought of its
grasp; I pull nothing away,
begging my voice to say...
"Jesus."
My feet flow over steps
like roots in the ground,
stretching, seeking the safest path.
Creaking, groaning under
the weight of my dream:
The one where it finds me.
My throat closes still--
with the thought of its
grasp; I pull nothing away,
begging my voice to say...
"Jesus."
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