Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Monday, November 18th


  • The room goes dark,
    the only light to be
    seen is a small flicker
    from the TV screen.
    Shuffling and whispering
    echoes the room.
    A light tap on
    the shoulder a
    brush on the lips.
    It's dark but not gloomy.

  • The glow of the
    moonlit path.
    The wet touch
    of a tear drop
    running down your
    chin.
    Running, running
    into the unknown
    hoping they
    don't catch you.

  • Clouds in my house,
    because I have no ceilings.

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