little pig does poetry
Ad 2:
2002-12-22 10:11:35 (UTC)

muted murdering

the tears on your cheeks were silent killers.
their appearance drilled holes in my heart,
blood and poison gushed out like garden hoses,
flooding my empty chest until the stiffness
suffocated me. and when i left you
on your front steps to sink or swim
in your own pool of grief, i drove away
wearing my permanent zombie suit.