Visual Art and Creative Writing,
Memories, Thoughts and Musings.
All texts and images by Gaelle Konak (unless stated)
Monday, 16 May 2011
Not again
Sitting in my bones
I can hear the buzzing of flies to come
Vulnerable
Beyond any comfort from touch or words
Vulnerable
In the hands of Time
Ever faster
Rocking my bones.
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