Suicidal Snowflakes

Just because I have a short attention span doesn\’t mean I…

Trees bleed

trickle then a flow,

flesh falling

from bones

corpses–

jutting from hard earth

clawing toward sky

the moon doesn’t care.

clouds cover over

a blanket, a grave

saying goodbye,

making peace

the sun throws

itself on the coffin

wanting

to take back cruel

words once said

quaking and weeping

waiting for forgiveness

…fleeing

at dusk–

frozen skeletons rattle

dance in wind,

searching for their flesh.

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October 9, 2005 - Posted by | Wordy

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