I was not sick
and needed no
convalescence
no rebirth
or panning
view of
bloodscape
the black
gasp of dawn
it offered
never
drew
no sickness
no hospital
beds
or starched sheets
no goodbye
rain
or last shot
of whiskey
it unended
when the
sickness of
the mind
rolled in
with its fingers
shaped like a gun
and a trash bag
for my jewel
*give me
no sickness*
I begged
and robbers
there were three
beat me down and
left me like a
headless buck
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
I was not sick
and needed no
convalescence
no rebirth
or panning
view of
bloodscape
the black
gasp of dawn
it offered
never
drew
no sickness
no hospital
beds
or starched sheets
no goodbye
rain
or last shot
of whiskey
it unended
when the
sickness of
the mind
rolled in
with its fingers
shaped like a gun
and a trash bag
for my jewel
*give me
no sickness*
I begged
and robbers
there were three
beat me down and
left me like a
headless buck
