first try at this kind of poetry

[CrowSingsOver]

My mind travels
over

a broken
bo tt l e.

The liquid s
e
e
p
s into the Clean White carpet.

blood on flesh
OR
The rose petals
that
fell
to
the
GROUND
at my grandmother's funeral
It's cold in December.

 

[CrowSingsOver]

oops

well it's not showing up like I wrote it,

 

[darkmaas]

See Rybka

I know he's scary but...

One thing he's really good at is making those words just sashay across the screen.