The first time I saw her she wore these perfect boots.
They were brown and expensive. This beautiful woman was perfectly coiffed.
Her smile was tight and it wanted to break through her lips... she wouldn't let it be real.
Her mother told her, " Honey you need to relax and wear something else"
She wore these expensive boots and this tight smile, I wanted to love her. She was pretty and had money. She thought she was smart and liberal, but she was smug and small.
Beautiful woman.
I wanted to love her ...but I didn't even like her.
i sit in the field as the the sun beats down. the light plays, air moves about. the smell of knowing on your breath, you would wait for an eternity, wouldn't you? i am holding on to the past while the future is here. i get it you know, i get it.
Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawn Open a jagged rim around; a yawn Of death's jaws, which had all but swallowed them Stuck in the bottom of his throat of phlegm.
They were in one of many mouths of Hell Not seen of seers in visions, only felt As teeth of traps; when bones and the dead are smelt Under the mud where long ago they fell Mixed with the sour sharp odour of the shell.