Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Chapter Two Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 2/27/2019 11:44:00 PM

She took the key from his pocket. Unsure of what it might unlock.

His gaze followed her as she walked through the door. Into the day. Into the inferno of summer. It was early and it was already too hot.

It's simple she surmised. Basic arithmetic. Addition and subtraction manipulating skin. No art. No finesse. Just bodies colliding in a miasma of emotions.

Spit and blood. Stitches and splints. The stagnant epiphanies of touch.

She left the window open. To let the rain in. Weather was something she understood. Everything else, she was only guessing.

He was arrogant, yet insecure. A broken toy.

It was early. She was tired. Waiting for him to wake up


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