Monday, June 1, 2009


"The woman who cherished her suffering is dead.
I am her descendant.
I love the scar-tissue she handed on to me,
but I want to go on from here with you,
fighting the temptation to make a career of pain."

1 comment:

  1. love it. I'll grab your hands and cast away the scabs. Then we'll walk towards rebirth together.