Glassy Surface

by Natalie McPhee   May 20, 2005


Darkness,
Trees writhed against the breeze,
Yet,
So Alone

Thoughts,
Crumbled like broken mirrors,
Just me,
Alone

Sickness,
Prevents swallowing,
Just me,
Wallowing in pain,
Theres more to me,
Than my glassy surface.

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