Equinox-

Cold fingers strumming pain
that lingers on and on and on

again. Forever you're caressing
all the hearts you called your home.
Warm depression mending sedatives

long forgotten till the snow
in which you bury every facet of heart break.

Courtney Roach
November 5, 2008

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Stratosphere-

Let's make it
crimes aside
plastic fumes that blew
like silent kisses
brief and candle lit
hazy rage and
retrospect will fade.

Courtney Roach
November 7, 2008