It was beating,
It possessed an ache,
It was stitched.
He was breathing.
Engaged in his work,
Wrapping his files,
Answering calls,
7 pm he leaves,
Pays for the bus ride
Opens his home
Eats a crossiant
Sits on the sofa peacefully,
Stitches open,
The ache goes away,
It Stops beating,
He was not breathing.
Police read a text,
Received at half past seven,
"father, I'm not coming back"
Text accompanied an attack
He was not breathing,
Doctors told his daughter,
"He is never coming back"
Too.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
It was beating,
It possessed an ache,
It was stitched.
He was breathing.
Engaged in his work,
Wrapping his files,
Answering calls,
7 pm he leaves,
Pays for the bus ride
Opens his home
Eats a crossiant
Sits on the sofa peacefully,
Stitches open,
The ache goes away,
It Stops beating,
He was not breathing.
Police read a text,
Received at half past seven,
"father, I'm not coming back"
Text accompanied an attack
He was not breathing,
Doctors told his daughter,
"He is never coming back"
Too.
