Burning Silos

There were pretty people

where I used to live

inside silos

dust houses

 

her eyes would shine like marble candy

she told me she could see

the ghosts of ancient kisses

she could taste them

 

and I tried to look for

those old highschool hearts

just as 8 o'clock

eclipsed us

two girls with embers in their mouths 

 

but it's no use to look in the dark

for a thing you never saw

in undeceiving skies

 

to fall in love with castles made of sand.

 

Reviews

[GetTheHellOut]

Welcome to writerscafe. I love the way you describe things. Nice work. Keep going.

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powerful imagery and cryptic diction, i enjoyed it immensely. i believe the best line for me was how you described eyes like marble candy. what a great start to the community. i look forward to reading more of your work.