it rained the day you died
did you know?
teardrops on the glass
raindrops on our faces
i wanted to push your bed into the garden
cool refreshing gentle fall on your hot hot parched skin
sweet rain in your dry dry mouth
and then the sky cleared
and the sun set
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thick love like wading through honey without the sweet goldenness through mud but without the soothing coolness tapioca? not slimy - diff...
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paper cotton leather linen lace teeth (skin) and fingernails scraping teetering on the sharpest edge of hope and disappointment ground(?) w...
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1927-2002 How terribly strange to be orphaned. Too young a word for someone my age. Sudden yet hardly unforeseen in the gym Wednesday, gone ...
4 comments:
Your poetry is heartbreaking. So articulate. I know that you are a stranger but what you have gone through has really moved and influenced me. Odd huh?
Not odd at all, cos I feel the same way.
:0(
and :0)
O, so real
and O, so familiar
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