Check under the bed
Don’t forget the lights
My swimsuit in the shower
Your promise dead on site
The car is here
Don’t leave me now
I can’t see in front of me
Not even the ground
Nowhere to run
It’s time to hide
We’re from the same cloth
But cloth can be dyed
I ran into you on my way home from the Apple Store. Maybe it would have all ended had we not been on the same street that day. I came home and thought of your mother.
Beneath the surface like a winter bulb
Scintillating highs and harrowing lows
Memories blotted in her wake
The shadow of disease and decay
James gave me this link for Christmas. He says write anything, who cares, and one day you will die. Here goes