When the Dust Settles (2009)

All that was breeding underneath will come up. All that bubbled and brewed in your (sub)conscious mind and heart avenges what you’ve ignored. The dust and shards settle, frosting everything like a snowy sunday. But you can not, will not be fooled by its beauty because those shards do not rest easy. They poke out and cut my barefeet when I tip toe around it. Some days I make snow angels and you smile and say you love me. Shrapnel caught in my limbs bloody the new beginnings and we remember that it was never perfect. You shout that this time it must be fault, it is in fact my blood


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