Day 2

saratree

I couldn’t smell death in your room

but I could taste the air

my parched mouth

telling lies to yellow skin.

 

Your eyes licked with morphine

“I’ve a one-way ticket,” you murmured

“Out of this world”

and you closed your eyes and sobbed.

 

For sunshine and wind

For last breathes

For little boys without fathers.

 

  • Author: saratree (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2023 03:08
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