glossy moonlight hate
water swirls crimson, scars picked
off in nasty sheets
cream-swaddled wretched cringing
but your call: hey, beautiful.
7.07.2011
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Very telling, this one. Love the rescue at the end.
ReplyDeleteCan I just echo Bubba here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful wording.
thank you! (scratch, scratch)
ReplyDeletePainful but still looking good
ReplyDeleteSuch a vision of pain, and the turn around in the last line... the saving grace of a beloved voice from nightmare imaginings.
ReplyDeleteIt's been decided: you can write...
ReplyDeletehah! thank you. telling it like i see it, as they say.
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