The dog lies sleeping
Curled up on his master’s lap
Paws twitch in spasm
As the rabbit bleeds
Category: free verse
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It’s hard to keep your head up as privilege leadens.
Ash mantle
Shadow shroud
Don’t take for GRANTed what you have.
As fireflies weep
You continue.
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So, now we are inside the cop shop and the officers don’t care about the photo evidence provided by our narrator. She’s frustrated, asking questions of herself and the cops. It clearly doesn’t end well.
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By this point, we flashback to the club. And it’s all a blur of drugs and gap-toothed memory. Staccato frames of maybe. Then a surprise. A big surprise.
I’ve used language from the beginning to allude to a corpse, a dead body – and now it arrives. In the most unexpected fashion.
Outlaw Poetry 