There's a strange bridge cabled in light,
Paved in darknesss running down my spine.
I've hunted wings in birdless places
Waited for mirrors to stop seeing me.
I'm watching the single thoroughfare run
As if I was the building and plaza it feared.
There's a strange bridge ending in me
Beginning in echoes I've tossed to myself.
Life can be haunting at times. All those heartbreaks that lurk in our past. This is amazing Chrissa. I love the eloquent imagery you have crafted here. Spectacular!!
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