April 7, 2010
The rain drips purple
to my ash smeared lips
licking up the fire

as I swallow the sun

See me
in the frosted footprints
you left behind
as your blurred shadow
melts to the edge
of oblivion

and teeters there
a wind blown stripe
dusting the earth's
bloodstained fingertips

I fall
a crumpled shell
of dragon eggs
and broken wings

watching the sky
dip low
painting my skin
and grinding my bones

to the dust
where you belong

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