Thumbtacks In My Marrow

Wait, don’t stop

You have gotten to me – at last

I know I broke your fall but I cant repent the past



It hurts

Thumbtacks in my marrow

I rest on old familiar runes that I cant recall



Leave a hint

Of your broken image

Before I shed this crackled glass and take the final leap



Into the womb of all rusted feathers

And I'll see you when I am born into your world

Again.