Where have all the cowboys gone?

Here is the girl stained in saline concoctions.

nothing. no one. never.

Holding the life of the boy in her wrists.

something. someone. severed.

And here he stands watching her, breathing her.

lost things. last one. let her.

No one’s there to catch her if she cries.

bad things. bad ones. battered.

It works all the time…

nothing. no one. never.

It’s working right now…

something. someone. severed.

It never works again.

lost things. last one. let her.

Jump

Until

It

Doesn’t

Have

To

Anymore.

~ by anarchysrioting on April 24, 2009.

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