The snow clinging to my eyelashes.

January 28, 2008
The snow clinging to my eyelashes.
The tornado that ripped our houses apart.
The tattoo stained above your right hip.

Tiny fingers grasping onto life.

Victory over temptation.

A jealous eye.

The smashing of a heart, like a window.
The mending of a dislocated soul.
The bullet that's chasing you down.

Vengeance of a vigilante.

A lover lost among animals.

A full diaper.

The mother who finds herself barren.
The humanitarian with a full stomach.
The kiss after a desperate fight.

A poet's last words.

A shooting star.

A man broken on a cross.

This is love.

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