Listening to dust fall
By cadymae
Yellowed fingers dialed
(as if the dial tone hadn't left
with her...)
"I wrote for a while,"
he belched and swayed.
Late yellow sun shafts down.
The brittle newsprint flaps when the hammer snaps back
No one hears anything til
everyone hears everything
and then sirens
as the yellow fat oozes.
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Copyright 2012 cadymae
Published on Tuesday, March 6, 2012.
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On Friday, April 14, 2017, carlosjackal
(3010) wrote:
Deathly yellowing..Yet somehow this holds so much beauty with it.
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On Sunday, March 6, 2016, Broken doll
(15) wrote:
Beautifully written
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On Tuesday, March 20, 2012, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
...desparation & heartbreak & the realization that there's no reason to see another sunrise, as all the yellow fades to black...
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On Wednesday, March 7, 2012, dwells
(4288) wrote:
Sounds like somebody just got hammered! Great imagery and macabre tale, but then that could just be me, thanks CM.
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On Wednesday, March 7, 2012, cadymae
(73) wrote:
Thnx Dwells, et al...
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On Tuesday, March 6, 2012, rosemaiden
(185) wrote:
very interesting write to ponder............well done
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On Tuesday, March 6, 2012, Corinthian
(309) wrote:
cadymae I really like your contemporary style alot .
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On Tuesday, March 6, 2012, Slingnasty
(138) wrote:
Hello I liked this thanks for sharing