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yesterday
i saw you in every grey face
where the skin was drained
and the shoulder was small
i saw you
in every tremble
of my own hands
as i smoked at the bus stop
i saw you floating under the wet pavement
the drops of rain
bloating your stinking corpse
i saw you in the letter you sent
via the early intervention team
i saw you fallen in a gutter
and your ribs had been pulled apart
and a bus had drawn a line over you
today i did not go out
where the skin was drained
and the shoulder was small
i saw you
in every tremble
of my own hands
as i smoked at the bus stop
i saw you floating under the wet pavement
the drops of rain
bloating your stinking corpse
i saw you in the letter you sent
via the early intervention team
i saw you fallen in a gutter
and your ribs had been pulled apart
and a bus had drawn a line over you
today i did not go out
Published 15th Oct 2015
| Edited 18th Oct 2015
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16th Oct 2015 2:02am
A gritty little write, almost sounds as though you are hiding from the reaper. Wonderful piece.
18th Oct 2015 2:34pm
16th Oct 2015 1:12pm
22nd Jun 2016 11:22am
damn miss grin,
i'd give my left boob to write like this when i grow up...
... poignant & bit punchy
much enjoyed
i'd give my left boob to write like this when i grow up...
... poignant & bit punchy
much enjoyed
