Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Silver Plated Mondays


with a black eye
and a white screen
she moved into the spaces and called them home

with dry bones
and wet legs
he ate the clocks that were trapped in his eyes

putting them together
he removed the skin from his heart
and offered it to her
while she stripped the color from her soul
and gave peace in return.

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