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  • Dying a Death

    The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I asked her how she was.  Dry: “I’m great.” Floated back into her morphine dreams or nightmares. Later, when I was alone…

  • Wish-less

    If I wished at all I would not wish you well I’d wish for hell For you to burn And turn fitful In your waking and night dreams I’d wish for your demise That if you couldn’t be happy with me You couldn’t be happy at all I’d wish for your joy to be extinguished…