walking to the top with my feet in blood,
I can see little gnomes hiding theirselves,
I leave on my back pieces of smiles,
curious glances follow my steps.
with tears of leaves I refresh myself,
knowing that the day, the way, will be longer
than a rainy day, a doctor visit, longer than
the second you realize you're dying
longer than much more than
longer than a visit to hell
suddenly I found myself
slipping down
stones hit me, beat me, tap me, stretch me, strike me
and I thought
maybe my Mum is angry:
i tread her hair down
and steeled her secret sun but then
two butterflies
come to drink my wine
and I feel like home again
I start walking again ...
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