Wednesday, January 11, 2012

gunshot night

Waiting for you

Through stone silences


Red-hued and glowing

Winged embers


In the corner of this mind

Always trapped, screaming softly


Dancing with shame

Cloaked in humiliation


Thorny towers rising

In gunshot night


Black eyes and callouses

Sweat-slicked back groaning


It’s all I remember

Dying beneath you

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