his hands are withered with rage,
and his head stained with blisters,
ashes fall to his chest
as the liquor dries in his whiskers,
the man is tired
shamed and tired
at their expense his attendance expires
swallowing pills for pain,
his colon swollen and inflamed,
he will swallow the blood from his gums so he can forget his name,
knowing this feeling will never change he exits the door like never before with no identity running in place
©friedman27
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