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Your love is a prison break

by Johnny Crimson

She touched his hand
and began to make semi-circles
with her fingers on his palm,
each movement clumsy yet equally calculated.

They sat in the morning dew,
their pulsing brains daydreaming of the events
from the night before,
they salvaged what could be remembered.

Slowly the sun jumped back in it's hole
and the night creatures
emerged from the barren pine forest,
as the two began to open their eyes.

"It's night, we should make good
time if we hurry." Deliza said to Meakim.
They stood together and began their slow drag
as their ankle shackles tore into skin.

05/15/2013

Author's Note: The bloodhounds charged though the swamps and valleys, tracking their scent to the ends...

Posted on 05/15/2013
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