Sunday, October 16, 2011

Brick Road

Steps echoed on the rough brick,
clanking with the sound of heels.
Stumbling on the cracks, weary, tired.
Falling, falling, falling...

Skinned knees, ripped tights, bruised elbows.
Broken heels, bend in the road.
Unsteady, unsure,
Falling, falling, falling...

White as paper,
eyes black holes,
gone.
Fell.

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