Tuesday, April 16, 2013


squashed words
shattered skulls

I did not kill her

I did not even mean to hurt her

but as I washed the last drops
of her blood from my hair that night
it didn't matter in the slightest

coming to them
with stained clothes
and painted face

it wasn't even an accident
it wasn't even my fault

but it doesn't matter
in the slightest

Our futures dance on the horizon
Our eyes closed tight

The waves carry away
burning corrosive salts

and the hope
of helping


unlike the memory
of my crimson arms
around her
round face

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