onsdag 7. august 2013


I was always looking for myself in the wrong places
in the hands of men who knew how to curve my body like melted glass but did not know how to gather when I turned to rainwater in their hands
whiskey bottles, even the ends of cigarette butts or their ashes
I looked everywhere except in the places I needed to
the ocean, the open road, in myself.

Azra T.

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