A finger snuffing out a flame
one door slams shut, the window another way in
skin torn as you worm through the intact glass
Eyes fail to adjust in the night
cause you're so used to the darkness of depression's veil, second nature this bitter slashing cold rain
There's no sunshine in this place
I hear the taste in every word that contorts from that void deep where a flower once bloomed
the stench of desperation drips from your pin prick irises
Hands of zombie decay, dollars crumble as the bubbles form and swirl with the steel sting
mixing up again
Searching for a way out
searching for a temporary escape from the purtory of living death
just searching for life
but it's a black widow's dance...
and the antidote's just out of reach
freeflowpoet
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