Bricks and Lightning Bolts

September 7, 2008
She lives in a world of bricks and lightning bolts
where graffiti is her backdrop and bent soda cans and old cigarettes are the flowers.
Her jet black hair falls over her ice breath eyes
As she follows the streetlamps in her black skirt and striped legwarmers.
Soft-spoken dreams wash in the rain,poisoning mascara like black rivers.
She steps into the night.

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markmywords17 said...
Sept. 11, 2008 at 2:35 pm
I loved this. It is different than some of the other poems on here; its raw.
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