Wednesday, April 10, 2013

NaPoWriMo

Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill

Colossal mistakes on a bed of regret
leave a bitter taste
speared by a forked tongue.
Wash down the fact
you're bound to run out of breath
when your fantasy
fades into nothingness.

Day 4 of NaPoWriMo.

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