Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Queen Size Coffin

And we run
but our words lie

flat.

So much so –

I’ve fallen in love
with the sound
of falling down.

No melody
as unmercifully
beautiful

          translucent
                   ethereal

as hitting the concrete
during the downpour;

blood running
thicker than water –

our bloodwater
running away


without us.


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