Thumbtacks In My Marrow
Wait, don’t stop; You have gotten to me – at last; I know I broke your fall but I cant repent the past; It hurts; Thumbtacks in my marrow; I rest on old familiar runes that I cant recall; Leave a hint; Of your broken image; Before I shed this crackled glass and take the final leap; Into the womb of all rusted feathers; And I'll see you when I am born into your world; Again.; 