Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Descendants of Centum Languages

Tears painted my cheek
and then your shoulder
as we listened to the wind
rap against the glass,
repeatedly, begging to come in.

You whispered,
Don’t cry.

Aleathia Drehmer 2010

Published by Decompression 12/10
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