Wednesday 23 March 2022

Kay

Have you ever thought, she interrogates my face, about the misery you’ve wrought, do you think it’s easy for me, avoiding drink's disgrace, to see what could have been, full of trouble and doubt, her Catholic eyes dilate, at some furious space without, for your part she screams, I might be some other place, a last supper shorn of dreams, an icon is on the wall, please don't hesitate she says, to cast my penance overall, a wild wind stalks the sea, she is like unleavened hate, the beat of her soliloquy, sings to me escape..

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