Friday, November 19, 2010

horcruxes or hallows?

beautiful and dark. raw and whimsical. left me aching.

boy in the cupboard under the stairs no more, but a man with five o'clock shadow and the dull ache of loss, with hands that have felt a body seep life and eyes that have seen too much.

so young, to be fighting so many.

i watched until my eyes hurt.

1 comment:

YourOasis said...

i love this! my fave poem of yours yet! :) *le tear* Long live Mr. Potter.