Saturday, 28 January 2017


Doors locked 
Seatbelts fastened
Key turned
Radio played
Smiles exchanged
Gears changed
Brakes screeched
Silent scream
Silence screamed
Glass shattered
Smoke rose
Smoked rose
Flowers burned
"'Til death do us part,"
Someone give him glue to fix
His broken heart.


~ rain.

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