A windowsill
Teetering on tea boiling in a pot
And musicians hissing about politics
Legal highs and all time lows
Screaming foxes and gunshots
Fingers between fingers like
Stitches on a wool coat
An endless row of teeth
A bullet licking in the thick of
Aluminium
Expressive lungs, sucking in
The final day of impulse
Drilling holes in the skull
Picking out the decaying
Chunks
Cold shoulders
With the warmest intentions
Frozen flowers brushing
The lower lip of one philosophical
Sympathetic sociopath
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Author:
alwayscheckyourcandy (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2016 06:48
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Comments1
Great write
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