a silver dime glints on your fingers
as you swiftly release your grip
and cupronickel plummets down
into air painted with midnight
while darkness swallows the coin
the same way you swallow pills
that cut off your nerve endings
so that love and hate cancel out
and leave you as nothing
but an empty shell.
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Coffee Culture
PoetryIn which tiny snippets of time are cut and pasted together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Poetry #30 (29/01/19) © 2019 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.
