Ice Crystals
Crazy voices seap
through the walls
telling me what
I don’t care to hear
nevermind,
once again
the clock strikes
far away... anywhere
maybe I wouldn’t care
snowflakes pasted
my eyelashes
one winter day
long ago
the days of before
filter through
children cry
when I close my eyes
I keep walking
but everything is
still the same
crash
the glass is broken
and it’s just
me
again
Other works by Mandy Leah...
Glossolalia...we all might appreciate talking in tongues...being a water-lapper ...a healer of wounds...a food conveyor....a register of tastes ...a texture sensor...and a wetequivelent of a dog's handshake...filled with the holy, holy fukcning spirit...y
Let’s get real... The strangers that look like brothers & sister on the end of the bar...
