Wednesday, May 27, 2015

World's End

The dust settled down
after you passed, laying on
us all, a thin film
coating every
outcrop of hope or dream left
after our tumble
on this bloodless plain,
this wasted dry and crackled
crush of graveled bones.

December 21, 2010 2:39 AM

This is a fiction, a very short story. Any resemblance to persons living, including myself, are highly amusing accidents.

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