Recycled Mytholgy, , , Poem by david gerardino

Recycled Mytholgy, , ,



I fled into the night,
used the cross to break
my fall, bathed in some
recycled mytholgy and
stood there with out secreats
or clouths.
I fled into the night with
my eyes shut, , waited for the
hurt, , but the hurt fell apart
when it hit the light.

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