Old Wounds
Old Wounds
As if shackled to the bench
the wizened loiter, a mordacious horde,
prone to ellicit lies that trifle
with an empty cartridge chamber.
©3/25/2017
Submitted to – Eight word challenge – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2017
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