Coming Right Up
Small cracks in old china
arthritic hands barely useful
memories floating in time’s sewage
addled conversation
legs that surrender without a fight
spines devil bent
broken roads leading nowhere
cars that won’t run again
abandoned houses
lost dogs
love gone jagged
all joints begging mercy
empty shelves
broken dishes in high grass
dim light fading
mumbled dreams
lies held dear
these things we have become.
Horror Sleaze Trash 