Can't you hear it?Can't you hear it?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you hear it?
You were dead before the day had even begun,
but you never could have known it.
C r a c k
in seven places, they told me afterwards.
There was a stale taste in the air
as we set out,
though at the time I wouldn't have taken any notice of it.
Those fresh leather seats seemed so…
We both knew we were well above the limits:
all of them.
Too fast, too high and too intoxicated.
And somewhere along the way,
december's apologyDecember fadesdecember's apology5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she loosens her grip
and raises her hand
in a cold goodbye
and it falls
like blood pressure
a flurry, a blanket
to cling to her bones
December encircles his body
with pale brittle arms
with the weight of the weightless
the weight of his words
like a stone
or an arrow
hangs in the air