A short poem I spontaneously wrote last year.
Erosion
Internal dance
Tango of blood and bone like river and stone
One must inevitably destroy the other
Outside, I lean out dangerously into space
Outside, I lean out dangerously into space
And I see that the moon is over my head
No matter where I am
The cruel sandpaper of wind and rain
Takes the flesh of paint from crippled wood
No matter where I am
The cruel sandpaper of wind and rain
Takes the flesh of paint from crippled wood
The layers between me and this harsh world grow few
Now four layers stand alone
Skin, muscle, blood, and bone
—Adrienne McKay 2009
Now four layers stand alone
Skin, muscle, blood, and bone
—Adrienne McKay 2009
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