meaningless

his eyes sapphires hidden in dirt

shame so heavy his lids never lift…

everything about him now was meaningless

he clung to discarded relationships as if it was possible to breathe life back into skeletons,

thin and frail the way he preferred his ladies

and when they were non responsive and he was left to tend his own wounds,

he opened those veins with the precision of a surgeon in a war zone

 

© 2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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