Wednesday, March 3, 2010
You were wrapped in sheets so white they could never have belonged to you. I was hiding under them as you told me the things I wanted to hear. Your face has never looked so clear and I held it in my hands until you turned to ash as she walked in the door. I burst into flames. Your sheets weren't white anymore. They were covered in ash and soot. The same things my heart was made out of after I woke up.
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2 comments:
this is nice...youre good with description
This is so beautiful and poetic but tragic.
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