Her red life leaking out
On a dusky, sullen Sunday
Slumped hanging off her sofa
Me heaving in the door frame
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Time moving like jellyfish
Couldn’t pass the threshold
Her face, eyes on the inside
Grim slackening, teeth on the outside
And on the floor
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I heard the yawning pipes in the wall
Windows raining condensation
Jesus cross crooked on the door
Swan song masked radio buzzing
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Walls alternating red and blue
Tiny dog yipping on her lap
White fur wet with bloody love
Skin was blotched, mottled lilac
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Jars of the dead on the shelf
Phantom hand felt on my shoulder
I was breathy, he gasped
“Take care of yourself”
Didn’t get home ‘til dawn
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
Let’s fucking go bobby
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