Weekend

Strained and untested.
(You’re not the only one)
Friday night and frantic.
Planned to get arrested.

They’ll pick up pieces of you in the morning.
Who flew your sanity out of here?
Drunk without a warning.
Stabs at conversations so unclear.

Saints be praised such holiness.
Washes over these tired feet.
Picked apart then slowly undress.
This divine and damaged piece of meat.

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2 thoughts on “Weekend

  1. night offers the obscurity, just be done by the bewitching hour – the raw emotions of a city life grates till the words are chiseled to perfection, so very good!

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