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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