To Go Our Separate Ways

Come undone, yellowed,
Frayed.
Dead split ends curl away.
Fingers spread.
No words to say.
Light is night, dark is day.
Lose it in the acid,
Acrid ashes.
Tend the fire;
Smoke swells for beauty.
This is simple, ugly,
Infected. Left it
Dirty, maimed, drained
Of blush.

The silver lining tends to dull
As we separate our ways.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
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