Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Running with Scissors Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 8/04/2021 11:30:00 PM

 the floor trembles. the roof closes its fist. we're smaller than we've ever been. 

flesh gives and takes. a perilous exchange. the body is a  fluid commodity. 

she strips down to her most basic weapons. just blood and tears and rage. 

it's a quiet war. no one wins. it's an ugly peace that time is bereft to negotiate.

all broken umbrellas and severe thunderstorms. 

you hide in the shadows. you pretend to know. 

you're an arrogant zombie. biting and kicking. 

but dead all the same. 

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