Posted by Negotiating Life,
Exquisitely perverse.
Ask a butterfly.
Wiped away our tears,
Choking back words of cotton
Holding hands with mom.
Crying in the rain
Inside a bubble we made,
Shiny cold black steel.
She’d won at marbles,
Last night she held her Rockwell,
To remind her when.
Then she was no more,
We’d known each other too well,
The last time it rained.
When you’re almost done
Lights are brighter colors glow
Mistletoe will know.
Hiding from the light
Death slouches mean under clouds
Never shows his face.