Tacked up
Search This Blog
Friday, April 30, 2010
The kids don't stand a chance
Slowly. All the little fragments of upset that ruffle our feathers.
Slowly, they tear us to pieces, pulling our skin off in long strips and drying it out for the winter.
We lose our colours.
We lose our armours.
And we give up.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment