grime under the nails,
conscience howling like stray dogs,
no choice but to claw.
the mirror bites hard,
eyes burned by the empty stare,
truth doesn’t flinch, no.
feet move through the muck,
not by want, but by the scream—
life leaves no shelter.
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Comments4
Here one is left with the image of a hard life full of adversity. Well written Gray
good write, much enjoyed
Thank You Norman
Most welcome
Good write
Heavy, powerful write!
Thank You Katie I appreciate your feedback
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