Sunday, April 26, 2015

six word stories - poems by philipGtaylor

Curtain billowing over an empty crib. 

Laceless shoes outside the bolted door. 

How did you get down there?

Streetcar. Smartphone. Pedestrian. Crosswalk. Skid. Thwack. 

Impossible to rest beside this highway. 

Bussing home; death notification via facebook. 

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