Code 187A Poem by icelandicblue
Blood splatter like tear drops
fall against cracked plaster, blue booties traipse through the carnage and ask who would sculpt such a thing? Eyes open in surprise, another 187 in progress but the boys in blue are too late to stop the slow freeze that comes before the long eternal thaw. Forensic love written in code, a sociological excavation into the mind of someone who has nothing left to lose except his humanity. © 2014 icelandicblueReviews
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16 Reviews Added on July 2, 2014 Last Updated on July 2, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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