Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 7, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

10:15pm 10-07-04 thursday

broken petals. the stamen lies. every word skated gracefully like blades over ice. then stopped abruptly. covering me in.

i feel more alone now than i ever did. not because i am. but because i still remember what it felt like to be with.

or so i believed.

open hearts like pages. shiny magazine print. friends. enemies. how to tell the difference.

gone again. that same moon howls. nothing is real. nor has ever been.

i can't forget because i long to feel like that again. because i'm lonely and it constantly makes me remember how it felt when i wasn't.

i'm a goat on a cold tar roof. they feed me empty tin cans and i keep taking them for food.