The Sliver Flowers
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday the 13th
An ever-calculating mind.
Soon, expectations
turn sour. Butterflies
shrivel and die,
stomach heavy.
Tears run down,
unstoppable. No matter
the attempts
to quell saltwater.
Love on her arms,
tears on her face.
Sometimes, things
go wrong. But why?
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