Wednesday, December 3, 2014

From P.1 on Mon., Dec. 1st


  • Black hair

    Blue eyes

    Red lips


    Grandma at Thanksgiving.
  • The sun warmed my back,
    while bitter cold stung my
    face.

    All that was ahead of me
    was the sting of the
    wind and the frost of
    the sky.


  • As he stood there,
    over

                               me

    Not only was his body
    trembling and shaking,

    but his blood was thinning
    and his heart was
    breaking.


  • Lies and love told
    passing through a
    screen.

    --Flashback--

    A night of bruised
    hips and red faces

    Flirt?

    Mixed signals.

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