Secret Ingredients
Over
watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting
–
blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep
Rising
waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder
Shock
ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees
–
silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway
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