He said my name
like a crash test on his lips.
Chancing glances
off the road, and focusing
on my own wreck-dummy movements.
Slipped into a relationship,
from childhood games
(wizardry and basement laundry.)
I cast spells with my
upward cries,
and he pulled down
into the very depths of my soul.
Though he didn’t have
very far
for my fate was already caved-in.
(He hadn’t known
about past accidents.)
But in my unconscious society,
full of empty ash trays,
I discovered
that he still haunts
(hunts)
into my dreams.
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this was wonderful. Very well written. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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intruging. i like it nice links.
^Xerox^
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Thanks Ash.
peace to all ~flight
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