carry me
she cries
fearful of shadows
in
her light.
her heart heavy in
my fragile hands -
god-damned
ghosts!
nimble as mice they
find a way
through cracks left
unsealed,
points of entry for
angels
carrying torches and
shields.
photo: francesca woodman
1 comment:
I marvel at your unique way of taking pain or fright and evoking hope.
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