Till tomorrow

Let’s stall our tears
till the rise of the morning.
and feast on the blue chuckles
that have found camp in our

A broken hearts rattle louder
than a massive hollow ball of steel.
Feel the reverberation thunder
up from our darkened
blood filled pool.

We will laugh
till our reservoirs run dry.
And then welcome, in the morning,
along with the beautiful warmth
that caresses our maroon stained
patented jackets, these tears
that life, from our wrung soul,
has liberated.

“Wash me into a pool of my despair”,
I will say to life, tomorrow and daytime.
“I am yours for the keep now”.


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