Last GaspA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyFlicked a butt, ashes against the breeze ice isn’t worth
all this trouble, doublechecking over my shoulder waiting to hear
the cops shout “Freeze!” Sparks snuffed
out on the ball of my heel, fists plunged
deep in coat pockets stamping my
feet, back to the wind, but I can barely feel it’s getting
darker, just a few more blocks buttons like
missing teeth that let blood seep from my lips every opportunity
to remind me there is, fingertips reach into my coat taking wristwatches
in their greedy grips, I can’t focus on one shadow before the next dips they’re running
circles around me, passing time for sport while my mind slips Through a
blindfold I find my way back, awake under fire casting irons on my floor my coat, my bed,
where I lay down sometimes is where I rest my head until my hands
find memories of the night before, the coals may
be stoking outside, embers enough to smoke a city all the
distractions and half the work done on every two-man job; I am sitting pretty I search over,
my scarf that hides my face, fingers tread the surfaces of wallets, watches, bracelets
and lockets as I feel for
the cold spot, the felt bag sewn into a patch beneath my second skin, my coat’s
contraband pockets I can see the
tail of my ghost, trailing on my breaths as I exhale for they are
gone, and I see my life before me leads as clearly as a blueprint I can see that
I have failed, the pale of my host, flailing on my death as I am frail to be shot and
escape with diamonds only to be robbed in my sleep, thus retiring my stint in no grand
fashion, quite adhering to belief, that I was only a petty thief. © 2020 Evilhappy |
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Added on July 31, 2020 Last Updated on July 31, 2020 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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