| Our lids turned black, but not with deathNight... 609 |
[Mar. 3rd, 2010|03:16 am] |
Our lids turned black, but not with deathNight had fallen, and this made us sadWithout the
heat of day, we would probably last longer
It was dark and silent for a timeless spaceThen there was a soundWe weren't sure if we imagined itMaybe it was a coyote, after allDid we
want that? We didn't knowWe lost our train of thought and forgot the sound
Something shook us, pulled our numb arms, dragged at themWe couldn't form the words to
wish that it would be quick now, but that was our hopeWe waited for the cut of teethInstead,
the dragging turned to pushing, and we felt our face roll toward the sky
It poured over our face?wet, cool, and impossibleIt |
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