False Reality

Sort of hidden,
the walls in my room are
a birch tree.
I am in its limbs
as I
lie in bed.
I feel guilty
like
a church in the suburbs.
We are sleeping
heavenly
through life.

2 replies »

Phoenix Risen says:

April 21, 2016 at 4:23 am

Really great write!
- shadowofeve says:
  
  April 21, 2016 at 10:07 am
  
  Thank you so much!

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