Friday, October 27, 2006

oneword: saint

my father dressed me down in robes and moons and stars that dripped onto the floor like the blood of his wounds and passions long lost in the fray between him and his love and hate for a god who never let him have what he wanted.

3 comments:

ghost said...

and what was it he wanted?

ghost said...

p.s. its good to see you, sis. ive missed you.

Anonymous said...

Starz. If Scattered lives, let me know. I would return.