Author: Doctor Vile PM
-Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 122 - Published: 02-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2894142
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The afternoon comes like a torrent
Over brittle lungs, sodden genitals;
My box-shaped heart.
I steal another person's pain
So I no longer need my own.
The loft is filled with old love
I can't give to you any more,
It speaks like a skeleton's joints
Is all dead.
Duty calls me like a cowbell in fog.
From here, standing at the end of us,
Where you can no longer see me
I pull the trigger; the ballistic
of diseased roses will find you,
Years ago on that lawn of fluid.
I walk for a while
Through the beautiful mess I have made
Laughing into the rich soil.