The Flags Everywhere
by Leslie Bull
The flags are like
little squares of scab
peeled from my heart
leaving tattered ribbons
of red and white flesh,
leaving me blue.
My heart is scarred
by the flags
everywhere.
by Leslie Bull
The flags are like
little squares of scab
peeled from my heart
leaving tattered ribbons
of red and white flesh,
leaving me blue.
My heart is scarred
by the flags
everywhere.