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The Eclectic Pen - November 25th 1944

By: Jessi H. (willpowered)   + 3 more  
Date Submitted: 3/4/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 80
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November 25th 1944 And Now (Waiting for Sabastian) Sun falls, a bronze nickel Round as the ring on my finger. Blazing through branches spread Taunt and grasping as my knuckles white against red curtains Suddenly gone. The moonlight shatters Into bright splinters of cold Frost webs on my window, open above my shoulder. Gasping as wind burns tear streaks cutting my cheeks. No wind will blow him No candle guide him home. Spilling like a cat, I fall Red silk tightens across my throat, Against the window sill I am A silhouette swinging, once again.

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