
| Red Dust
Author: pneumothorax Bury it & hope to hell when it won't fade. You're two steps ahead until you hit the water. (Memories you would gladly erase)
Rated: Fiction K - English - Tragedy - Words: 78 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-09-05 - id: 1959120
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Red Dust.
Polaroid prints smashed to smithers,
and it aches when you eat; it's that deep.
Two steps ahead until it catches up,
and you hit the water full blast:
Bury yourself in a ditch/in a car/in the rain.
Danger of the water, & picket fence
disappearing as the screen flickers green
under your eyelids, blackout, blackout
like the radio & and we didn't know.
We have the right to say that it hurt.
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