black coffee on the table,
clean cold steel-chiselled Glock
loaded and placed in the bed-drawer.
The sharp wire that smells of the skins
and flesh it has strangulated. A black pair
of gumboots, a black overcoat, a black void
of past. A distant daughter who loves strawberries,
cats with abhorrence for your existence.
Cadillac, a pair to tan gloves, a love for silence,
love for the sight of eyes turning red, pleading
A packet of cigarettes, a bottle of Miller’s
An emptiness that spreads, a death that patiently lives.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
black coffee on the table,
clean cold steel-chiselled Glock
loaded and placed in the bed-drawer.
The sharp wire that smells of the skins
and flesh it has strangulated. A black pair
of gumboots, a black overcoat, a black void
of past. A distant daughter who loves strawberries,
cats with abhorrence for your existence.
Cadillac, a pair to tan gloves, a love for silence,
love for the sight of eyes turning red, pleading
A packet of cigarettes, a bottle of Miller’s
An emptiness that spreads, a death that patiently lives.
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