Posted by: scintillatingspeck | February 14, 2013

Something missing.

There was something
missing, a hole

in the air, where
a grinning, crinkle-eyed

visage could have been.
Into that vacuum

rushed the scent
of crushed pine

needles, a smattering
of granite fragments,

the sound of
breakage.  Febrile tears

fall and burn holes
through the floor.

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