[stingy Old Man]
stingy old man.
black breath.
you stroll, filling
the cracks of my youth.
crimson wrists
plunge into severed
ground once filled with
fresh soil.
until you came.
ripped into my
rigid structure, and you.
old man, went forth
to obliterate my being.
and watch, squinted eyes.
hanging over the
adjacent moon of
your lips.
as brick by brick I am
being left with shear
memory.
black. breath. black
black breath.
old man. shut the corroded
mattress. You’ve outstayed
your welcome-
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