Everything is out of place
a curiously dead wife on anyone's bed in a city long forgotten
her soul departing from an old people's home
lip hanging lower than it used to
new running shoes in the corner
disposable nappies next to a bra on an unused food tray
eyeliner on eyes that hadn't opened for days
cold skin in a room into which the sun streamed
morphine flowing through a tube into a life that had left
devotion from such an imperfect husband
who knew she'd hate her hair like that and stroked her fringe back into place
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
Everything is out of place
a curiously dead wife on anyone's bed in a city long forgotten
her soul departing from an old people's home
lip hanging lower than it used to
new running shoes in the corner
disposable nappies next to a bra on an unused food tray
eyeliner on eyes that hadn't opened for days
cold skin in a room into which the sun streamed
morphine flowing through a tube into a life that had left
devotion from such an imperfect husband
who knew she'd hate her hair like that and stroked her fringe back into place
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