One breath at a time: musings, poetry, reflections on and off the mat
Monday, April 8, 2013
NPM 7 of 30 8 of 30
To A New Terrain
This shifting speechless
tearing new path left behind
all I didn't need.
Chicken Bones
The reminder of
there was a living being
you tore through and ate.
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