tepid nightmares linger. curtains and bridges. in thunder and drizzle. hysterical predators stroking their fangs. the hours guess her. no color. only black and white. empty autumns shit their hues. the wind turns. blades bend. angles bite.
simple wars. flames linger. swallowing tomorrow. in thirsty gulps. grab at switch. were the moment sufficient i wouldn't have to write at all.
even lost. touch finds its maps. mended skin has its scars to show. even in the dark. broken bulbs have gravity to negotiate. the edges whisper. of wolves and picinics. and lessons leanred in stabs.
the world whispers of betrayal. measuring lotalty by the depths of wounds. heavy with choices. ignorant of the execution. drowning in the distance between monsters.
Thursday
9/05/2013 12:57:00 AM
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