I can feel the prickle of the grass
And the cold, desolate ground beneath me
My body is weak as I struggle to wake
For I feel your presence surround me
A blade of grass comes into view
I tilt my head towards the blazing sky
Where the clouds cradle me with warmth ~excerpt
"Feel No More,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 2.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss2/2