a thousand false starts
stuck between pages
unused journals sleeping on the shelf
fragments and torn thoughts
lost between lines
I wrote words you will not read
stuck my fingers in open wounds
played in the puss
flicked the dead skin away
cleared for healing
I am dancing near the edge
distracted by the way
the shadows blind me
then drawing back
a flash that trips, reminds
tender scars are
still breathing
© Leigh-Anne Fraser 2012
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