It’s been a while. Long and standing. The smoke gets into
your eyes. The men that stands before you. They grin and smirk. You lay looking
away. The change on the table. The doors
that shuts behind them.
It’s been a while. Feeling close seems fictional. The stares.
You hated the silhouettes. You hated the
stares. Time makes you numb.
Never came upon you how you got there. The beatings. The screams.
The arms around you. She said no. she said no. The protective arms. They never listen. They never will over the
bottle. You still see it over the broken mirror.
You longed. It’s just a memory. You wished. Yes you wished. The arms wrapped around you
every night.
You hoped. You know. It’ll be better you say. Laying. Looking
over the leaking ceiling. The lights flicker. The cigarette burns out. The men
stands before you. The change on the table. The door shuts behind them.
You wish. Yes you wish.
If you could be at someplace nice
Full Stop
