Toolbox by RMatheson

Nov 2024

Toolbox

I have a box of tools,
useless,
and debris.
Pistol-pin,
rifle-lock,
shorn and ****** knees.

I lay here only
motionless
in a flood.
Turn me over,
face to Sun,
mercurial soul of blood.

Written by

RMatheson Beating tired bones

(Beating tired bones)

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