Homecoming…

Looking out,
through broken windows
holding on to shattered glass
I take the steps that seem the least dangerous path
but I find myself caught in the nettles patch
with their poison coursing through my mind
their vines entangling me
they sink their teeth into my glass-torn skin
and hold me up for all the world to see
while the birds they come down and peck at me.

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~ by MandyJenae on March 1, 2011.

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