he was no stranger to misted nights of rainfall slow-drag step down darkened alleys walking upon the trail of his shadow by streetlamp's dim weeping
he had forgotten that time years ago when once he walked in the garden where once murder bloomed in scarlet petals and ragged screams shattered sunlight shards falling upon the trail of his shadow
just a child he had been innocence freshening garden's verdancy laughter ringing a posey of daisies heart-whole in youth's new blossoming soul freed of death's inevitable presence
no longer no longer memory clung fast in darkened alleys-- so though he walked misted nights death doggedly trailed his shadow as he walked, wholly trapped, in the murder garden.
~Cail (c) 5/5/04
Dissolve
She was a wave breaking upon the shore crashing into foam in a roll of thunder floundering wildly to wrest an inward breath She was a willow in the winds of storm tossing to and fro restlessly teased into frenzy by the flash of lightning She was a crystalline drop of salt dissolving down the lines of his face merely leaving a simple trace of herself
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