Waiting for the End
And here I stand
Open hand
The heavens bleed on my palm
I wait
The burn I sweat
Life verified by this heat
My mind seared with opiate memories
I pace
Embittered, waiting for death
Stalling till my last breath
Epicurean termination, my fingertips tingle
The void nears
I halt
Place my hat on the wicker chair
Do you have a dime to spare
One last cup of coffee is all my care
Let the ashen sip singe my tongue
I spit
Because I like to.
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One Comment
Kristine Drumm
Hmm, waiting fora haircut maybe?