Fatal Blow
life's
beginning
Anew.
Dreams
suffocate
chasing
the extinction
of a canceled
tomorrow.
Mysterious
Apparitions of
yesterdays faces
Appearing on pages
incites rages.
Of what could have been.
Uncouth tactics, games
continue to be played
while the towel I through in waves
in the turmoil.
Whose turn is it to feel the twist
of the knife.
Or to see the blood of a neck you've saved.
Pretentious and desperate nooses
wait for enabled bodies to swing
from fruitless trees.
Sirens roar as they drive slowly
to save victims of suicide.
Never meant to be, but are.
Species impassioned for want of attention.
Lacking the ear for opening melodies.
A stranger, A whore in their past life
Walks barefoot in my big shoes prints.
Picking up my discarded towel.
And finishes the game unscathed.
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