11/30/2009

The Drowning

These are my secrets, my body burning.
My soul, a river strains against its shores.
And who is this drowning, pulled down
into water, into darkness, into a silent
bed of mud?

They found her, floating like a boat,
her wrists were tied, her hair was red.
The sky was filled with clouds & birds.
She was like a sheet of paper, blank,
unread.

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