Tattered shadow After the glow faded to edges of tattered shadow, we stopped dancing. The lights flickered, leaving us a delicate do-si-do, warped like in slow motion, a slide toward a sultry Armageddon. No words to cling to, we were two strangers again. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
