Stuck and Out of Stock
my heart was broken in the rain
while being pulled underwater
by overcast vibrations via
sky blue seduction
i carry a black umbrella
for personal therapy and
wear a multicolored raincoat
and galoshes in order to
intentionally fool myself into
believing that i am actually safe
thoughts of her are merciless
avalanches merging with boulders
of commonplace frigidity
i laugh to keep from crying
i cry to keep from dying
i die the avoid the goodbye-ing
as i take my last breath, the alarm goes off and i wake up sighing
....and alas, my blood again flows slowly like a constipated turtle....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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