Sunday, February 19, 2012

Strobe Light

Another let down.
The tempter provides the trigger.
She soon hides behind dark curtains.
Creepy laughs are heard when ashes emerge.




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  1. AnonymousApril 5, 2012 at 1:38 PM

    I already love this.
    Love the repetitive sounds of your words right next to each other.

    I almost want to understand the meaning behind the poem, but I'm just here, content.

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