The Fire, Hotter

She kicked off her shoes high heels, red bright the colors burned embers into my eyes, My first impressions what she kept hidden the door, barred and bolted with curtains drawn, her eyes closed then opened with a glow of recognition, the evening covering the day, heralding the advent of the night, darkness swallowing all truth, disguising all lies, The lies, something I told myself … Continue reading The Fire, Hotter

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Rolling Pumpkins

Rolling pumpkins better than rolling drunks or, sugar donuts hitting the floor while I was laughing, you crying, Rolling pumpkins my tires tired of my sense of humor orange tire-treaded streets my dog spit out the rubber, when rubber it was not, Rolling pumpkins lighter than bowling balls here is looking up your old alley orange you glad to see me? Rolling pumpkins just a … Continue reading Rolling Pumpkins

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