It looks as though / A thousand stars
Shattered and broke / And cried down little glass tears.
The roads look as if / Stricken with measles
From all of the streetlights / That penetrate this dark and silent night.
One of the roads / Twists and winds / Like a disfigured heart
Disfigured,
Yeah, disfigured.
I wish us to make it safely
But at the same time
I want us to crash.
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Whispers and Echoes Issue 3
RandomWhispers and Echoes is an online journal of short writing and poetry. This issue features the work of three talented writers. Issue 3 - Spring 2018
