Tuesday, January 27, 2015

from p.4 on Mon., Jan. 26th


  • Just as they had warned,
    the dark blue faded
    into the whites
    of his eyes.

    And I had never
    felt so pleasantly
    uncomfortable.


  • The still,
    crystal clear, water,
    in my mind,

    became rampant
    with ripples,
    tides began to rise.


  • Sharp words stab at
    the space between us
    but the space has
    been showing for
    so long
    they barely hurt.

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