Wednesday, December 19, 2012

of her distance and leaving. or. she died. figuratively speaking.






spots in the horizon. yours.

ravens

cawing like paper claws.


&

crinkled
colors
fall

twirling

from
trees
fullOfAutumn

the sky suddenly crashs open             wide.

shiny eyes.             & things:

rain.
cloud heads.
dead.

against the night. her. beehive
pillow and moon-dress.
you are. still.
wet & stiff.
within.
her.
last.
kiss.


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