When we met,
you were sprawled in the grass
just breathing
After I’d returned
torch in hand,
you’d fallen silent
You were a child, had barely tasted life;
now it escaped you, trickled from your mouth,
the red of stop-signs, of brake-lights.
Today I returned, and saw they’d found you.
I was sorry for them, but mainly
relieved I didn’t have to bury you.
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February 20th, 2006 at 10:38 am
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but dam, you write good s. (Am tempted to also mention that the orange ones f you up real good, considering the context, but…)
February 20th, 2006 at 10:39 am
Woops. My stars apparently mean something in Random Computer Language and came out as italics. Sorry…
February 20th, 2006 at 10:57 am
Hehe, yes. Brehaut got me to install a plugin for Wordpress called ‘Markdown’, which lets you markup your plain text with symbols rather than bothering with HtML tags. Three asterisks is the equivalent of nesting the ’strong’ and ‘em’ tags, which is why the middle line in your comment appears bold and italicised.
Also, don’t be afraid to swear on my blog; I won’t censor it.
February 20th, 2006 at 11:49 am
Firstly - what the?! You are stalking me, brehaut! This proves it!
Cheers, Fraser
I shall file that away as… er, useful info? 