Vacant

Sun, 03/03/2019 - 13:55 -- KMcFaul

vacant 

 

The car parked abruptly. 
Lungs, ached with pain. 
I miss you ugly 
As the sun came to an end,

Embrace my figure one last time
with fingers

curled into my hair; 

the scent of despair. 
​I want this to be a crime
To claim and testify, 

with broken, lifeless, fingers—

they wrapped my heart 
pulling it from its cage

and at last, it laid at the 

bottom of this car.

 

k.m.

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