By Marshall R. M. Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2016 Oct 23
Comment on this Work
[[2016.10.23.04.09.20971]]

Endless Threads

You know,
we all die alone,
no matter how  hard we try
to eradicate the "I'm sorries"
from your mind.  

You are empty
and you have nothing,
you're upset still
that there's really nothing
after all.



Think twice,
she's mine,
she opens up
each manufactured miracle,
she crosses her "t"s and dots her
"i"s,
she unearths me,
she unsettles me/
she digs me up
and says
"Fuck it,
we can do this yet,
eh?",
etc,
etc?

Maybe.