March 2011
5 posts
February 2011
10 posts
Fallen
She slams to the floor
A dull thud
Flash of light
Little bounce on the pavement
Thunk.
Like a tangerine chucked from a rooftop
Tooth floats in crimson
A little ship sailing a red sea
Blood
Hers.
She lies
Facedown
Splayed
Twisted
Gnarled
Like a tree struck by lightning
Roadkill
Guts across asphalt
Showing what she’s made of
Bone piercing tissue paper skin
Protruding
...
“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live”
– Charles Bukowski
