Still, Alone, a poem of the dead

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on

Friendly neighbor,

Lush lips loose.

Secrets of lovers,

Threats of truth.

Press me facedown,

Nearly dead.

Withhold my life with

Garrote thread.

Give me freedom

From our woes.

Leave me chilling,

Still, alone.


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