white snow, bright snow
raw to eyes and heart,
last night she fell asleep,
by morning he was gone,
note now twisted on table
next to coffee pot,
with little explanation
a cowardly run,
stood on porch
looking to the furthest point,
snow blended landscape
so that it looked the same,
tears held back,
for something in the light
told her
it would get better now
vinyl stuck to skin
shirt off made rough bandage
fuck man slow it down,
Chevy been on 85
what seemed a long time
worn suspension crashed and thudded,
cause of wound a .38
shit i said the guard was armed
black seats sticky
blood pooled into cracks,
just park up man
i won’t implicate you
mom will understand
it always will be me
fuck this hurts
what can i do
just stop the car
engine idled exhaust plumed
dust from tires
i will be ok go
sun filled windshield
a light to go to
it hurts Mikey
should i stay
go i won’t face a long stretch
i love you man
drivers door mirror
reflected
a face dying
as he began to run
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