September 22, 2008
By rachel hurley, Travelers Rest, SC

Explanations braced with terror
express your deepest thoughts
Moving faster
You hold my hand tighter
You’ve lost your control
Murder looking like lullabies
You broke my trust
I haven’t yet forgot
You tore the fibers
The very strings
That held me together
And you seem proud
While I’ve came around
Embracing all your faults
The memory burns my throat
As I stop to sing my last song
Reminding myself I wasn’t wrong
Your lullaby was my last cry
My last song
My last night
My last breath of air

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