Throwing Stones


from the ABC set B sides and Rarities

We sat in the long grass by the ravine,
oblivious to mosquitoes
swarming above our heads,

giggled, discussed separating,
going it alone without
each other's smart remarks,

how strength sparks up then fizzles out
all at wrong moments.
Pulling your legs up into your chest,

you cursed into the blackness,
we threw stones
and waited for the echo to return.

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