domingo, 16 de febrero de 2014

everything that could or could not have been *



my tongue is lost.
last time I saw her she was taking off on a cloud.
I could see her waving at me
(or maybe not)

my tongue and I no longer exist together
she's gone for good.

bye bye, tongue.


*(this comes from a vision of my tongue flying away. She had wings that were white and big. It was dark, but I could see the milky way.)

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