December 2011
69 posts
November 2011
67 posts
Ashes.
Specs of things once beautiful.
Hang on, little one…the ride is rough.
It’s a tough one.
The past is dust.
Dusty memories.
Gentle breath to clear away a layer.
Two if it’s not so gentle.
Watching yourself cry.
Being sad only because you see sadness.
Lacrimal glands leaking.
Drip drop.
Gray.
Salty.
Drip.
It thickens.
Rusty mixes the wet sad to burgundy....
