in our box

September 19, 2011

he was a sunken chest
over hollow ribs
a rise and fall of a ghost ship of a man
his ice blue eyes were never that lifeless

we lived in a burning cardboard fort those years
built of half-truths and childhood passion
a doldrum of a waltz in the middle of winter
static rain on the electric thump of a pulse

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