onsdag 22 december 2010

The wind rises electric,

she's soft and warm and almost weightless
her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes.
I tell her that everything will be alright
that I'll save her from whatever she's scared of
and take her far, far away.
I tell her...
I love her.

The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.
I hold her close until she's gone.
I'll never know what she's running from.

I'll cash her check in the morning.

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