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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

ghost in my skin

i feel like a ghost
trapped in my own skin
bound by this strange husk
that i am forced to stay in.

when night comes i want nothing more
than to leap from this cage
and fly to the moon
where, cold and clear-eyed, i will
watch the earth spin down below.

i am not alive
and yet i breathe
my heart hollowed out
by your callous words.

why can't you love me
and set me free
from this horror of skin and bone

breathe warmth into
the space where my heart
once beat
and remind me again
that love is not cruel
and that i
was no fool
for loving you.

© Tanya Anguita

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