when the satellites exploded without warning or prejudice, we knew it was time for a change.

these offerings i brought won't last the night. but at least i hardly tried.

my fog once blank now pink and blue has blessed our dead and kissed the doors closed.

her rotten gait once held the scent of flowers but nothing more...and the cover up was fleeting at best.

i am tired. 

i am full. 

reinvigorated. 

and spent.

 

illegal explosives and the searing of flesh brought to you by the heartland.

i've found nothing but smiles and holes in my vans.

my body stinks of experiences my mind has forgot, and my heart aches for the memories we have yet to make                                                                                                                                                                            together,

                                                                                                                                                                           forevers,

                                                                                                                                                                    for each other,

                                                                                                                                                             though weathered.

bang bang, this conversation is over.

bang bang, it is not the first, but it is the last.

bang bang, tonight is dead.

...and tomorrows shall wait in the wings.

 

-2013, frnkiero.

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