Poetry · Writing

Killin’ Time

I remember when you lied the first time

told me it was the last time

and we’re sitting here figuring out how to end it for the last time.

 

We’re pulling hair

killin’ time

and never stopped arguing.

 

Pipes are red

faces flushed deeper then the bowl

like it’s the last time.

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