Secret Ingredients
Reckoning
staring at myself-
the bottom of a shot glass
looking back at me
–
oasis-
an empty carcass
in the sand
Cancer
hard conversations
and a tongue well versed in the
dialogue of death
–
cherry blossoms-
walking the garden
with just enough poison
Hung
staring unfocused-
bloodshot sky barely noticed
through these bleary eyes
–
cottonmouth-
a morning dove
splits my skull
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