The Hidden Series - Seven
I trade the paper
for skin
and I trade the pen
for blood
the powers of synonymity
defend us
not define us
can we have a second first encounter with untouched snow?
I need this
can we experience all fours season and all fives senses all at once?
I really need this
but then I trade my skin
for..
and then I trade my blood
for..
I must experience all of Earth's bliss now
the rest of world is sleeping
I can no longer wait
I will not spare one more second
anxious
anguished
atypical
either taste the desperation
or just let me hide tonight..
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2015
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