Archives Sept. 12, 2006

To His Lips

He stares out the dark window
Half-eaten sandwich rising to his lips
Without seeing the undead suits
Crowded around him to feast
On the dark corpse of hope
He doesn't consider the taste
It has no great taste
It rises unbidden to his lips

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