the flood of my affection juliana brina 7 de March de 2018 0 Comments this silence like ova bursting in my mouth, my eyes windows shivering behind the storm just before the break I lean my face into the glass pane, something trembles in your gaze, an imperceptible gap: I go through it, my mouth full of shrapnel my chest torn by light, like a stained glass window, blazing. Andrew Wyeth. “Wind from the Sea”, 1947 Advertisements ShareClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Letters Home my poems, Poetry
