Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Justice stands in the middle of broken asphalt 
Tied to nothing yet anchored to tragedy 
Puddles stream on night pillows 
As she breathes you in to sleep 
Run to shelter - an empty room 
Locket tucked around my neck 

There's nothing any one can do now 
I can see for miles 
Scraped knees won't heal . 
Street signs pointing north .