Dedicated to the death of my friends parents. - 19 October 2005


Remains.

Packed with frosted sensations that:
Boiled and bottled in her stomach.
Now toppled; not caring about
Cheating herself in two pieces.

- The month in which anniversaries die.

Parents that die too boldly and:
Cold seals her nails; Fade to the
Past, letting her lips turn pale.
Letting her hair crisp and freak.

- A whole love shared, what remains?




Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 09:08

Tags Grief  Love 

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