Bathroom Blues.


Handed down

remnants

of past lives

reflected

in

tired blue

eyes.

Washing away

another

whisky glazed

night passed

in a strangers

arms

unfolding

his distressed

aching body

to the

sound of

paid for

ecstasy.

He smiled

as death

knocked with

humour

on the

bathroom door.

Loves illusion

replaced

by cold coffee

and the

sick black stain

of a

shattered portrait.

Struggling for

existence

he returned

to the

torment

of words

that

choked

his

life

away.

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