Thursday, June 3, 2010


He stopped

Let's make her wanna kill
Herself, and a whining
Whirring life
Of pretend silence
Promises, or faith
Ten beads, and repeat
Her hands moved
A thumb twitched
Dreaming of making windpipe walls meet
And say, "How do you do?"
With last second breaths
Gasping, grasping at no air

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