Listen For What Is Never Said

My requiem is louder than yours, damnit.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

To Think In Metaphors

A
Perfect
Smile

Pink lips, soft, stretched gently over
tiny mountain pinnacles of white
purities.

A
Perfect
Smile

Below pink eyes with blood filled
spirals brimming with tonight's
rain.
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