Monday 2/04/2008 01:11:00 AM

The child. Deciding. The crippled dog. Hunting. So outside. Novel Coloring books in her skin imagining where his reds would go. The ambulance. The stretcher. Preparing for the worst of the blood. Deciding I would only bleed so much. Letting them. Create the suicide. In little leaps between dimensions.

You were there, but I was gone. The fable proving us wrong again. As if I couldn't live long enough to determine if the moral was accurate.

Paper dolls. Strung together. Mouths drawn in after the fact. Paper dolls. Hands near enough to touch.

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