discomfiture worn like
a tight timed test with
each drowning breath
slipping under regret
there is already
hell being paid in
spades and forgotten
fading memories
coming undone
a thread unspooling
into the setting sun
it is no less than
everything deserved
spades
2 responses to “spades”
Love the imagery of a thread unspooling into the setting sun. Also, that last line hits.
That opening verse, painful.
How I interpreted it. 😉
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