Just One Night

February 23, 2008
By Jessica Rutsky, Solon, OH

A still road reflects the frantic rain
pooling in the concaves of the sidewalk.
Words fall like tears to the page
leaving a bitter taste and a buried love.

Uncertainty engulfs the weak light.
A palpable tension fills the room,
clogging the air for
each laborious breath.

The monotony of the scratching,
the etching of thoughts—
pencil to paper
slices the silence.

I am the single set of footsteps
in a field of untouched snow.


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