helpless

April 23, 2014 § 2 Comments

A fury of ravens’ wings beats an escape through a rent in your soul that not even mother-love can darn with threads of patience and longing. Black feathered shapes are wrenched and lifted in the vortex. Your suffering disarms me.

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