Saturday, September 9, 2023

Pine Cone

My blood thinning

from bait

placed by a bitter, uncaring, shell of a man

who will never know 

the joy of each new day--

as this young rat does.

I with sharpened teeth

dislodge a pinecone.

High velocity dropping

nicking his bald head for infection to enter. 

I'll see you in my Heaven

your Hell.

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