Thursday, August 5, 2004At Two A.M.Quick furtive glances my curiosity, judgemental watching as though he is a carnie, or freak with a limited shelf-life Does he notice my eyes on his draping black form or how I've heard death call out to him, a raven collecting borrowed time He slouches beneath the neon frame, a light pale compared... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 9:19 AM Comments (17) (permalink) |
