travelling on the upper road
i took a turn for the worst
and forgot about that
yearly apocalypse that we
encounter all the time.
two days from today
and a year ago
would've been excellent
so very convenient
i have forgotten every touch
and every breath you took.
it's as if i walk to you
with broken legs
and complete misdirection
i have lost you in your midst
and that
my darling
is perfectly fine with me.
Author notes
upper road
yearly apocalypse
convenient
touch
broken legs
A contest entry
- cinders. by girl shaman.
400 points, ended November 18, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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this has a good structure but im not too sure about the content and im not trying to say its not worth reading its just... a bit dull and lacks that strong emotion im looking for. but thank you for entering
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