04-09-2019, 07:48 AM
Cold Blooded
I stabbed him, through his Ralph Lauren,
felt warmth bleed over my hand
and was jealous of it.
My skin had been so cold lately;
newspaper blanket not enough,
park bench too unforgiving,
even the soup kitchen failed
to de-ice veins, long forgotten.
I stabbed him, through his Ralph Lauren,
felt warmth bleed over my hand
and was jealous of it.
My skin had been so cold lately;
newspaper blanket not enough,
park bench too unforgiving,
even the soup kitchen failed
to de-ice veins, long forgotten.
Time is the best editor.