11.02.06

happy nanowrimo

I saw two birds, ravens maybe, stretching their necks up against the grey sky. They looked to me, before the rain had come, like old lovers whose bodies had become as familiar to each other as the tears and stretches in a worn out leather chair. The leaned against each other. What were the looking for? Were they waiting for the rain to come and wash them clean of their black feathers?
Together their necks were like temples.
Were they searching for God to smile on them for once?
Weren�t they doves? Hadn�t he been given a necklace?
I remember.
Why now so dark?

shi-ou-sama at 11:50 a.m.

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