Small Wild Girls

December 13th, 2012 § 3 comments

I sit on the edge of everything.

There is nothing sudden.

Everything is slow.

We stretch like taffy.

And then you’re gone.

So silent I hear just your footsteps.

Dragging around my heart.

Letting handlebars go.

Flying off stonewalls.

Meeting people I may never know.

I am the red balloon.

 

I made this.

I made this moment.

I am the queen of small wild girls.

 

Held by just a string.

 

 

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