Boned
It’s turned cold and rainy
in my chest
and poisoned marrow slips down
into my heart
A handprint
on the John Hancock
A tissue
tossed through
the sewer grate
Used
and losed
in someone else’s time
of love and lies
October 10, 2018
OctPoWriMo2018 Day 10
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