photo: Daniel Murtagh
a dreadful cold night
scarred body and spirit
ruthless souls ripped me
i can hear my mom
in the stillness, heaven cries
her shattered heart weeps
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
mystery
No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock
turmoil in my heart
enslaves my hand to depict
mystery in black
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