Monday, November 28, 2011

day 2 poetry:

loose
fingers trailed the empty sheets next to her;
her puffy eyes loosely forms a shadow of a figure
that no longer slept
there.

numbed
emotions rob her of her sanity;
her thoughts a cataclysmic mess, she grips her body
that heaves and lurches and crumples.

darkening
skies and heart, the window chatters
with the jarring howls of a thunderstorm

she awakes
and sighs,

she is alone.

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