Friday 12 February 2010

Crossing

The sheets were sodden,
Painting her skin as she moved her long limbs.

She had forgotten
What led to the bleeding – had it truly been him?

She closed her eyes,
To watch shadows flicker amongst dead memories,

Smiling so childlike,
Parting’s warm touch; a lush bed of lullabies.

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