Only A Taste

November 7, 2010
They’ll take all that you leave behind,
So pick up all the pieces before you go.
Keep the evidence out of sight,
And wash the red from your hands and from the snow.
Her hair lies in disarray.
Plastic stars glow on the ceiling tiles,
As she listens to what he has to say,
Attempting to synchronize
The misty thoughts in their eyes,
When she begins to realize
That he will only take what she lets him find.





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