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His hair was wet, clothes hung in rags around him
Blue eyes flashing
There was a knife in his hand.
It split the raindrops into a thousand slivers
That reflected the light from her cold eyes
She did not scream
She knew
Her knife was bigger
A million stories
Blended
On a black page with
Double yellow lines
A thousand colors
And beautiful words
Flowing and interlocking
Leaving their families and
Stories and
Walking
Forever
He wasn't looking where he was going. His eyes were closed. He couldn't hear my warning, his headphones were too good. And that's why. Just that. No other reason, no matter what anyone tells you. That's the real truth. The real fault lies with me.
In the space of one breath
A choice is made
In three words, his fate is decided
Who? Who? Who? Who?
Anyone
Someone
No one
You
to continue is
always a losing game because
Eventually even forever
comes to an end
He is no longer covered by the sheet, it has been kicked off and balled in the corner of his big boy bed. his curly blond hair is matted to his face and his feet are tucked up under him. His mother bends over and tenderly pulls the sheet back into place.
The side of the couch is rough, like stone. I can't see your face but I know your sitting there, in the dark. I can see the glowing end of your cigarette. I reach out my hand and touch your cheek. Your face is warn and bumpy. You haven't shaved in weeks.
cracked lips running
over a dry tongue
bending folding
drifting
caught somewhere between reality
and
a night mare
shapes jumping and
feathers floating
and still more
sun on your back and
suddenly nothing
the word is passed
from pink lip to ear
a coffee stained promise
to be known forever
as dear
and the songs they are sung
and the words they are spoken
but no matter how sad
to me you'll never be broken
It was my salvation, on that hot steamy day, to find an ice cold bottle of lemonade. It was glass, like they used to make all bottles, and it had drips of ice rolling down the side. I sat in the shade and sipped it. For once not caring that I only had seven days to live.
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