pity
she gave herself away
without reason
so young
thoughts like fish
seared
uncooked through
queasy
too easy
baby screaming
like life depends upon it
… someone.
packed some things
drove
chased the sun
until land turned liquid
fish uncooked
through
introduce themselves
the devil
crosses his legs
and blushes
losing
so this
is how it feels
get sucked
down
below air
can’t breathe
no light
consequence
devil’s bedfellow
naïve
but now she knows
losing
small victory
what it is
darkness
remembers
how it all started
back of a car
no light
screaming
offering herself
for what
for this
freezing
exposed
not every mistake
may be erased
the baby
screaming
same as ever
her shoes
lead
like magnets
to rock bottom
…erased
without reason
so young
thoughts like fish
seared
uncooked through
queasy
too easy
baby screaming
like life depends upon it
… someone.
packed some things
drove
chased the sun
until land turned liquid
fish uncooked
through
introduce themselves
the devil
crosses his legs
and blushes
losing
so this
is how it feels
get sucked
down
below air
can’t breathe
no light
consequence
devil’s bedfellow
naïve
but now she knows
losing
small victory
what it is
darkness
remembers
how it all started
back of a car
no light
screaming
offering herself
for what
for this
freezing
exposed
not every mistake
may be erased
the baby
screaming
same as ever
her shoes
lead
like magnets
to rock bottom
…erased
posted by Paul V. Regelbrugge at 2:26 PM
1 Comments:
"packed some things, drove, chased the sun..." and then land, indeed, turned liquid, and so many little lives... so many little stories just stopped. They have now been left to the imaginations of people like us, who shall feel their loss, perhaps, more than we ever felt their presence, but perhaps in feeling it, the stories shan't be forgotten... go untold, if we truly feel for them.
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