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lovely scene of bodies strewn
across the living room
holding, touching, lovingly
no clue, impending doom
full of flesh, pounding, aching
there's beauty in the air
bodies dancing, fevers rising
silence unaware
touched a nerve, all turned to dark
the warm night turned to cold
in the blink of an eye
one small spark
burned clear down to dust
with cheeks now chapped
and jaw left cracked
he showed her to the door
find your own damn socks, he said
curling his lip, with wrath
words better left unsaid
honesty, a bitter pill
cutting to the core
they slammed the doors
and spoke no more
words better left unsaid

©ATU 2004

sheesh I thought it was pretty good... lol

wonderful!



inspired "Walking Home"

nothing really unravels
quite
like the nothing
never
really substantially
there
spontaneous combustion
New York
minute
holding my shoes in the hallway
nothing but a white door
deserted hallways
futile meaningless frustration
not enough to really hurt
on the disillusioned
walk back home

(parenthetically, it is really pretty good) lol

Thanks for sharing

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL....EVEN THO U HATE ME....IM GONE AND OUT SO U DONT NEED TO BE MEAN BACK........

I don't hate anyone... takes too much energy. Thanks!

what a wonderful write

All to true, isnt it sad?