Conditions are prime
preservation will occur
as another murky layer
settles and sticks
The smoky dawn
holds no redemption
harsh words have left
their scorch upon the tongue
In one room, he lifts the toppled glass
In another, she straightens sheets, silently
A careless word, a glance
might prove the unwanted spark
No explosion will follow,
not with this black and bitter tinder
Only a slow smoulder,
a quiet, crawling conflagration
Amber light in the quiet kitchen
sees him unscrew the cap
tip the whisky down the sink,
penitent, confessional
Dull thoughts
of drunken microbes
a mirthless smile
and a bottle, as empty as the gesture.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
Conditions are prime
preservation will occur
as another murky layer
settles and sticks
The smoky dawn
holds no redemption
harsh words have left
their scorch upon the tongue
In one room, he lifts the toppled glass
In another, she straightens sheets, silently
A careless word, a glance
might prove the unwanted spark
No explosion will follow,
not with this black and bitter tinder
Only a slow smoulder,
a quiet, crawling conflagration
Amber light in the quiet kitchen
sees him unscrew the cap
tip the whisky down the sink,
penitent, confessional
Dull thoughts
of drunken microbes
a mirthless smile
and a bottle, as empty as the gesture.
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