wake alone
morning
past mistakes
swirl and slip through me
like dreams
they fall away.
wrapped in blankets
a cocoon
I hold myself
awaiting my own
transformation.
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Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
- The Goose Girl
- Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
The iron stove
If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
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