Thursday, April 28, 2011

Guttural Screams.

You were there.
So close to my skin.
Felt the wind on my clothes,
and the shore on my arches.
Holding my talent, you drove me.
To the end of the world's tallest peak.
You screamed words that would
never echo back to you.
And I pushed you off the side.

You are the whisper in my history.

-Swillow

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