They came
They crawled
Open chests beat hard
Like clouds they
Could never be caught
Tied the rope taught
Fired the gun
Shoes hit the ground
Breath turned to ice
Shoulders pushed back
Whispers of winter
Against the body
Fast paced souls
Shivers so sharp
Pulled them apart
Open and glazed
They were the slow ones
Broken hearts blue skin
Dark skies dark souls
And naked like the moon
Pale and young
Young virgins in the night
Glossed over and unseeing
Frozen over and forgotten
They were the slow ones
About the Creator
Elle C.
I'm just here to write.
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