Monday, December 31, 2012

To Ride or Die

The car was rolling nonstop.
I can't remember when it halted.
Who fell out first...
must've been together.
Gravity scrapped our knees, our backs.
Your face fell off...
the smell, the sight,
I couldn't look away.
You must have sown my eyes shut,
I must have lost my mind.

Now the words I write amount to nothing,
we turned into dust together.
What keeps us intact?

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