Poetry · Writing

thursday night disco,

it wasn’t better

just not worse

grey matter

transit hearse,

parked outside my bedroom window

driver smoking a spirit

late for the disco

our final pierrot;

you were always taking pictures

body reads like braille

just not how pictured

white veil for sale

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