Bow and Shoot

 

wrapped up and bound

tangled, in defiance

bent out of shape and out of breath

slumped against the meshed

contempt of your will

there is nothing here but crumbles

you say

that’s ok because it’s already broken

I say

we nod in silence

mutual appreciation

of a moment held

and cradled

as our tongues slurp whiskey

burning

through tears of wrath

a familiar story

they say

certainly ordinary

we sway

the drinks are gone

all is done

with the stool spinning

another fills the void

remnant still with

the

(they laugh)

heat

of

yesterday

 

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