Today’s poetic twittering

Interrupting a tryst
by banishing one lover to hell
& leaving the angellic other
w/an unexpected guest–

Gnarled roots grip the earth
Holding fast against life’s eroding floods.

All things fade-
Your voice
the empty road
the darkening horizon
My hand searches
the numbing cold for you
’til death stills it

My weapon of choice? A bloody tabloid. The wet slap of lies knocks do-gooders off their stride. They never see the bullet coming.

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