Broken:
Branches
Records
Hearts
Things
(more)
Timeless things.
Playing over and over,
again on repeat.
Every wall familiar,
as the back of my hand.
Fingertips brushing:
Certain corners,
sunlit angelic,
spilling across my face.
Certain corners,
cold and musty,
portents to dark thoughts.
Pathological running
in sure footed circles.
until finally...
Pause
Flash
Open
Door.
(less)
broken
|
door
|
labyrint...
