Wicked Pissah Poems

my polished blade glimmers,
her pulse in the reflection,
the blue arteries roaring
beneath frost-white skin.
...

I held the sharp
to the soft
sinew
red-black runs
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Geraldine asked me, if you had the choice, how would you prefer to die?
I'd prefer to die in my sleep, I replied.
she handed me a bottle of jack daniels and an rx bottle full of lunesta.
good night, she said.
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I love your boots,
perfectly contoured.
I never tire of pausing
a thought or conversation
...