she was burning alive
day by day
the ashes dropping onto
his empty slate
like the snowflakes that
fell quietly onto the windowsill
that evening
as they talked.
she
made everything sound too
pretty, too
deadly
for words, but they
followed behind her anyway
as soldiers of the stone
and the brick.
(still, he tried his best to keep up.)
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 8:25 PM UTC
she was burning alive
day by day
the ashes dropping onto
his empty slate
like the snowflakes that
fell quietly onto the windowsill
that evening
as they talked.
she
made everything sound too
pretty, too
deadly
for words, but they
followed behind her anyway
as soldiers of the stone
and the brick.
(still, he tried his best to keep up.)