Plastic balloons and angels sighing
gunshots and devils crying out
for you to join them.
Butterfly kisses and strange places
the death of a wandering soul.
Bat caves and whimpering coyotes
hallowed out worlds
of blackened whirlpools
places long forgotten in a dream.
Butterfly kisses and wands granting wishes
that will be easily
dismantled and broken like glass.
Strange places
your wings ready to spread.
You kiss the ground goodbye try to fly
then crash to the ground and die.
Odd days, short nights
painful years never fade
never tell a lie
strange places to die.
Author notes
yeshhh
Written October 16th, 2006
A contest entry
- Just Do It by Facial Pagan.
520 points, ended August 24, 2007, 8 entries
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Whew! I really like this poem. I love cemeteries, oddly, and wish I had a job working in a cemetery because I'd like to spend all day there, every day. So I like your AP name a LOT! And I like to write spooky poems about cemeteries, too and they are even more scary when you call it a graveyard.
Thank you for liking my chilling poem. 
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