Friday, August 6, 2010

God, save the Queen

My bones ache.
And when they don't, my heart bleeds.

My soul weeps and my conscience splutters.

My confidence stutters.

My skin prickles and my hair stiffens.

And I am alone.
Nothing to break the free fall.
No bandage.
No deep heat.
No pep talks.

I only have myself to save me now.

God is too busy saving the Queen.

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