The Winter People, pg. 4

FASHION/WINTER 2003 ISSUE 5
THE WINTER PEOPLE, pg. 4
Text By Dreama
Photos By Jim

"I'm staying here," she said,
"Beneath these walls of isolation
Within these thoughts
Of uncertainty
I need more time
I am not strong
I don't know when I'll come out
If ever..."

So the latter travelled alone
Through the Wood of Suicides
And the trees taunted her
And degraded her
And raked their jagged
Branches against her
Scratching
Until she shed tears of salt
Into her bleeding wounds
The deepest in her heart

And in delirium, she was lost
And had spent too long
Inside
It was hard, she found
To love there
To feel there
To touch anything there

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