Date: 2011-11-30 04:00 am (UTC)
[ this is another awkward metaphor based on a story she doesn't know, isn't it. Her eyes flick down at her hands and she relaxes a little. ] It comes and goes. Be worse for them if they're trapped, though, instead of dead.
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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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