We are beautiful.
A spinning fire,
a kaleidoscope of passion
and afternoons spent silent.
But something runs deep,
rushes and pushes,
and quietly we rot.
(I find the cancer weeks later,
and burn)
We eat hot days with
cold teeth.
Your eyes beg oblivion,
to forget, forget, forget-
But the death of "us" is
the creation of a world,
and this world
(just like the others)
runs deep, and cold,
and eternal.
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Comments
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Biting words with some truth to them.
Great take on the prompt, I can really feel whats being said.
Bravo
♥ Kate -
great
i felt myself starting to take a little trip while reading. nicely done.
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