Oh you pretty things

Look through my camera what do I see

A crack in the sky
A crack in the sky

and a hand reaching down to me
and a hand reaching down to me

All the nightmares came today
All the nightmares came today

And it looks as though they're here to stay
And it looks as though they’re here to stay

4 Replies to “Oh you pretty things”

  1. Dear Rachel. Don’t let the words have the upper hand. “Nightmares… here to stay…” No. No. No. Words have power. They can be carved in stone, becoming millstones around our necks. I don’t have the answers or even the right questions to soothe your pain but I just want to send a gust of wind down your way, a warm/cool breeze to sweep out the dark words, those sharp dark sticky words which distort and block out the sun.

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