freedom
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
waves of sound
my arms, to wrist, to fingers,
melodic, rhythmic gunshots.
your body starts to bounce.
loud, ringing, resonant.
freedom.
I will be heard.
this echoes on your soul and imprints your heart.
feel it,
hear me,
feel it,
fear me.
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 1:19 AM
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