Tears could be rolling down my cheeks and dripping from my chin and I could be screaming and scratching at my skin and I could be falling through a dark tunnel of despondence and flailing toward a ground that I will never reach and his voice could raise the dead and piece together the jagged shards of glass lives and flash light into the corners stained with blood and pale with darkness and you would only watch me as I fell.
September 12, 2014 6:08pm
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