Funny how we can't hold onto time, even when it's strapped to our wrists
Emily MurdochTags: time holding-on
The snow wears moonlight like perfume.
Emily MurdochSnow begins to fall, this boneless water turned mighty.
Emily MurdochA world is a world is a world.
Emily MurdochI don't tell him I couldn't have gorged if I'd tried, my stomach stuffed full of butterflies and grown-up worries.
Emily MurdochIf you find me, take me home.
Emily MurdochBut I like how free sounds all poetic-like.
Emily MurdochI hate her with the fury of gasoline set on fire. I burn for Jenessa, who deserves better than this, better than some screwed-up, drug-addicted mother, better than this chaos that always seems to find us, rubbin' off on us like some horrible rash.
Emily MurdochWhen he looks at her, I can tell his eyes are locked on something in the past--something that seared deeply and left the worst kind of scar: the inside kind.
Emily MurdochBut it's the eyes that hold me captive, empty of concentric creek ripples and breezy tree branches playing the sky like my bow plays my violin.
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