red

i wrote this poem (if you can even call it that) while i was reading The Time Traveler's Wife.

red

those little dead

monsters cradled in

hands meant to hold them

alive

and somewhere

the ghosts of us are

dancing

 

(specifically inspired by page 333 in the copy of The Time Traveler's Wife that i have - the first paragraph of the chapter entitled "Two", in the second part of the book.)

The End

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