I have fallen into the cold waters swift sting in the lungs Frothy brew and tossed asunder blood stained clothes left un-wrung I can see them dancing turned slightly away full chorus in motion blank stares betray Sparkling glasses throw diamonds to air drifting in between a soft stars glare a grumbling moan from beneath her bowls more steam to make motion a slight drag then exhaling slowly she moves forward into the night The soft patter of drums blurs into thunder as I slide into her final wake
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 08:05:54 +0000
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