Thursday, December 16, 2010

I was never a poet, but when you're too broken to write...

The rain makes
a meteor shower
in the headlights.

It burns cold
down our skin
into the earth.

I am so sad right now,

for everything excess.
Pain not needed,
balms we're too
lazy to apply.

Winter comes to
make the rain
colder into ash.

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