Sunday, October 2, 2011


Stars align, they form your face. Over the sky my fingers trace.
Blood spills over, tumbles down. I let it rush without a sound.
The city speaks, it stutters and spits. Its voice is my sinful catalyst.
Tears burn like fire, etch marks on your cheeks. I hold in an odious scream.
Moonlight flickers, clouds ebb and weave. In and out I barely breathe.
Stares are tossed, judgments made. Inside I feel myself fade.
The word love slips through, it crackles a bit. Like static it streams over my lips.

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