Stigmata
2003-10-29 - 11:03 p.m.

I bare the marks of

the old silence growing

new again in my bones

a boys name

a secret revealed

a heavy sigh

a heavy ophelia

throwing petals

to the wind

falling upon the currents

of desire...

I bleed

I weep...

yet the sins

are not mine alone...

no one that sees can

understand...vision is

not enough, nor time

scars like mine maybe

dreams that haunt

then you will know

but you will be too

dead to reply.

yesterday - tomorrow