Fingerprints
All that is broken
on the bloody asphalt
the red footprints
stained fingertips
individual identities
drying a dark brown
It’s not yet your time
Stand up
Death is granted, not taken
you don’t have that luxury
blood everywhere
but none from your heart
or skull
Stand up
Tessa (feonua) | Sep 4, 09
Broken Under
How did this come to pass?
One heart broken on the ocean.
One heart broken on asphalt.
And he who says
or says nothing
to one or one,
or lingers
or claws,
or drives away, or.
Once again, how?
Under a sun.
Under a moon.
But
you’re here.