rubber.

More than a ton of bricks, 
her heart heavy with desire,
lust, 
her eyes scoured every bat of lashes, 
searching, 
her sirens song crashing along the, 
pavement, 
like the screech of rubber, 
burning in a fury, 
nowhere to be found, 
her heart a ghost,
translucent with agony.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Her life must be interising. Propably not so happy . But you make something very beautiful from sad situation. like said one american writer Between grief and nothing, I will take grief".