<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Emptying Town</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to erase your footprints<br>from my walls. Each pillow<br>is thick with your reasons. Omens </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman<br>in a party hat, clinging<br>to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows </div><div style="margin:10px 0">creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, &quot;Stop!&quot;<br>and I close my eyes. I can't watch </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as this town slowly empties, leaving me<br>strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes<br>on a line, the white handkerchief </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus </div><div style="margin:10px 0">rips open his shirt<br>to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,<br>the way he points to it. I'm afraid </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the way I'll miss you will be this obvious. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a friend who everyone warns me<br>is dangerous, he hides<br>bloody images of Jesus<br>around my house, for me to find </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when I come home; Jesus<br>behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked </div><div style="margin:10px 0">into the mirror. He wants to save me<br>but we disagree from what. My version of hell<br>is someone ripping open his shirt </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and saying, Look what I did for you. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nick+Flynn">Nick Flynn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468675" data-title="Emptying Town de Nick Flynn" data-description="I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, &quot;S..."></div> </div> </div>

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