oddlypretty
when you say you're a believer
all i see is a liar. you cannot
ever be what you say you are
when you lie to yourself
and we all see right through you.
Amazed I was, and frightened
rigid, against the pole in the
street. I stood gasping under
pale artificial light, watching
you fly across the median,
body tangled around itself
shedding droplets of blood
like a premature rainfall
to your death.
wealth, like beauty, is all relative. and we all hope to have that wealthy relative.
she had rollers in her hair.
her lips were red with blood,
blood-stained teeth from gnawing
nervousness and tears filled her eyes
as she watched his red truck roll
down the drive way. leaving
tread-marks across her heart.