Slices
Slices of me
Some quite thin
Floating; swirling
Carried by the wind…
Edges that I've stepped over in time
Some sharp as razors slicing heart, soul and mind…
Some blunt as hell and causing much pain
Left jagged deep wounds and great bloody stains
And slices of me
Some quite thin
Floating; swirling
Carried by the wind…
Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, May 27, 2011
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