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Track a Crack

There is a crack in my reality.

Like a womb opening-

A crack, but more of a wound. I can actually cut my fingers.

Try tear it

OPEN

A zip of some kind holding its breath

Inside.

Inside I am, more than on the inside – How Get Out??

Crack, crash crack

Pick pick pick pick pick

Pick it up...

Feathers?

Out of a dream, I find feathers Is this what it is all about:

Halleluja, welcome out, new cracked one.

Keep track of my Track

My only shelter.

 

© Erika Chotai

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#1 Erika Chotai 2011-09-05 10:50
Självupplevd "hallucination" .
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