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.
Friday, 12 February 2010
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