Junkyard Quotes 8, Week 2

There are those who say, death is sleep until awaken by classical music. -Dee

Junkyard Quotes 7, Week 2

That water stringled me with its' hands. -Dee

Junkyard Quotes 6, Week 2

When I fell on your street it was late. - Erika Meitner

Junkyard Quotes 5, Week 2

Solitude is a empty white cereal bowl. -Erika Meitner

Calisthenics 2, Week 2

Introduction to Poetry
Black Cats Called Blood

Black cats calls blood,
as water hissed, tackling
the cementented walls;
swallowing the bowl
filled bones.

Black cats calls blood,
as wind twinkled
on one foot, lifting
his tall brown and green
partner legs from the world,
throwing her through the air.
Landing in a plea on white sheets,
gently crushing skulls, embedding
them into the mattress.

Black cats calls blood,
as traffic of bright light batons
pinched black wires, awakening dark.

Black cats called blood.