there is emptiness
crossings on corners
she is draining down
her eyes on green wave
truths scratched from the dirt
his false shadow, painted skin
listen, quiet, still
blood becomes a time bomb
she is stardust she is earth
old and broken down
ghosts of factories
the folding skeletons of past on fire
transportation for the dead
time is like sandstone, wearing away
there’s a haze above the street signs
she is turning to stone
the grain from straw
neon road bars
beating wings
There is emptiness
Dark and heavy
Haunting the space within
-Kyoko Cole
2013
skin loves fever 
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