Saturday, April 10, 2010

Day 10

Dear, Run.

Arrows in your
belly and ribs
and rear
you were once
wounded, dear.
Limping,
Heartsick,
Struggling to
catch up
green from
my successes.
But I have never
been
hidden, easy,
in the shade.
Little did
you know I was still
clad in bloodied skins.
I was running,
still running,
still running,
still running,
from you.
Why do you chase me still?
Or are you trying to outrun
me once again?


based on Pocahontas, by Annie Leibovitz
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4 comments:

  1. UnknownApril 11, 2010 at 5:14 PM

    I love, love, love this. <3

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  2. bttrflyscarApril 11, 2010 at 9:40 PM

    aaw, thank you Dana. :)

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  3. WednesdayRainApril 15, 2010 at 9:30 PM

    I don't know what it is about this that I like, but I think it's probably "Why do you chase me still?
    Or are you trying to outrun
    me once again?" Because sometimes people don't think of the right motives, if that makes any sense?

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  4. bttrflyscarApril 16, 2010 at 7:17 PM

    precicely. you hit the nail on the head.

    and you know who this is about too. ;)

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