Friday, April 12, 2013

Thursday, April 12th

  • glass shatters
    to silk.

  • colored tubes
    writhing
    giggles
    a frenzy
    nightcrawlers.

  • muffled.
    chuckled.
    light hearts fall.
    smelling poetry
    and the hot boy's
    call.

  • The aching melts
    away as light
    rains down
    creating a
    shadow on
    the past.

  • Spiraled gusts
    through northern gullies
    wander,
    as I wonder,
    what made me?
    Why am I here?

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