Poems from zara

Why nail yourself shut to stand haunted and alone at the top of a hill? Open up your doors and let the wind blow through your musty...
written February 2008   Little girl, I have seen you here before. I have seen you sit alone on this park bench, cradling a book in your...
I dream of building pyramids of solid stone that will live forever gleaming bright and golden in the desert sun by the banks of a wide...
written February 2008   You say you feel vulnerable. In my mind’s eye I see your fear: your chest split open, red, glistening, but your...
written February 2008   I feel like you can’t sleep if I’m not sleeping. It’s stupid to be awake and laughing and doing while you...

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