because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

drowning

In the chaos of raindrops and leaf-fall
you can hear her crushed sigh through
the smeared windowpane and almost
almost discern the lap of pale flesh
by dark waters, gasps uttered for a shadowy prince
from an untried throat, their echoes left for dead
against the cold of the floor;
salt stains her thighs and the glass while
smudged mascara runs down flooded cheeks,
her fingers groping for an anchor, a body, anything
to stop the inundation of her soul.

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3 responses

  1. Bindo

    quite the visual.
    awesome as always

    Bindo

    December 13, 2008 at 1:14 pm

  2. Joy

    Very beautiful and reminiscent of my glimmers of rain.

    Love the snowflakes falling too. Nice visual.

    December 17, 2008 at 8:45 pm

  3. wow, i love the continuity… it attaches an energy to the words that they cannot have on their own.

    January 15, 2009 at 9:54 am

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