She Said…

An interlude
A prelude –
silent roads from A to B.

Threads of memories
outlines of smudged red lipstick
I’d like to tell you lies – she said
but the truth would flood my eyes.

Singular pursuit’s
with double barreled names
I am leaving the radio – on.
Windows flung wide open
I don’t want to smell my bodies decay
or hear those lonely cries for help.

She mutilated him far beyond
His life.
Red river crossing
Please remove your fingers from the dam.


Poppy July 11th 2013


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