Amidst
sodium dreams
and mosquito nets
perspective shows
hyperbole its
rightful place
behind a garbage mound
under the influence
of an infernal smell
a spoonful of man
flicks the last bead
of sweat off
his forehead
alcohol on his breath
her purple face
his famished rage
what goes on
under these tightly
wound bodices
of human apathy
is a mystery
for all eternity
the sheets are
soaked with sweat and
blood but
a child shall sleep
on them
and hear stories
of phantasmal credentials
where men are always
brave and women
always wise
this child is innocent
in all realities
but not for long
the asbestos is
seeping in his veins
long before this
night is spent
it will grow dark
again.
wow. That was powerful. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks Casandra
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