ScarecrowA Poem by V.B.SpokenWord challenged me to write this poem, so I did.
oh, you gorgeous little ghost story...
you can keep on screamin' for that rain till your bones crack and the sky goes deaf; ain't nothin' gonna wash you away. ain't no one gonna let you live this down. there's a damn good reason you never see heartbreakers at funerals. there's an even better one behind the way your nightmare-black dress looks more innocent than the girl it embraces. while i suspect that you don't need me to remind you of either, i do wonder how long you'll take to notice that this is the kind of thing houses get haunted for. and darling, if the heavens should ever hint at mercy, know that i'll be there watching for the clouds to spit you back out as soon as gravity starts feeling spiteful (even if this wasteland is more than you deserve.) © 2011 V.B.Author's Note
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