Free verse № 73410
i like the crisp endings.
dead set turn-around,
cancerous apology,
one more scary sound,
death saves an embrace for me.
chest-pain circumvents
the moment of least relevance.
two more shallow, hurried breaths.
one more word to call my last.
all that she would ever ask
is that i leave my head upright
so she can kiss my corpse goodnight
without the need to stoop again.
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handle and a child proof button, and when I smelled
at its sagging pouch I swore I nosed mutton. Shrugging
my jaundice bare shoulders I set out to trap as many nuts as might I could from inside out of your crap.
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