Fingernails
That ether of life from which human beings and dreams are made of,
covers my fingertips as if scratching the universe and making some stars fall from their obscure space,
it drips as rigglets forming poodles at my feet,
as every dream that fell at mid flight,
as everydream shining like a star and is in rigglets just laying there,
extinguishing in anguish.
Anna
[02:14]
Copyright © Ana Alicia | Year Posted 2016
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