Reaching out of the hole....

My hand feels the sunlightÂ
before my
eyes can see it...
if you remember my
name
don't step on my fingers asÂ
you say it under your
breath
as if you tasted something
foul...
why did I leave my hole?
at least I knew what was in
there...
Labels: photography, poetry


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