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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