2 Tehs and a Pack of Next.

This pain is

“like when your lungs choke”,

Chris said before he died,

biting on a cigarette.

he was right and i agreed then

as i agree now.

“and nothing un-does the choke but

this cigarette”. yet

he choked.

common law

his knife is shiny
but this dark room
reflects none.
the streetlights, as distant
as his eyes;
his eyes eyeing an infidel
that lost his faith.
his fingers make haste,
they waste no time
cutting her waist.
this redress is nice;
its justice at a slice.
a fair exchange indeed,
an equitable exchange of parts.
it’s one bleeding carcass for one bleeding heart.