Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Christine Fellows
Are you calling me? I cry out
Too breathless to contain myself
When everything I've ever held in my arms
Seems to break or run away
Have I held them all too tightly?
Feathers flinch, they turn their heads away
Innocence has been unkind to me
Violence, apology
To all of you I needed to replace:
Sorry