The Murder Complacency

The next embarrassment that comes down the pipe
will haunt you
and hunt you
like the empty rabid pray that you are.

At least the solitude
of the moment
will provide pause
to pause
and carelessly trust to chance
without knowing that’s all you’ve ever done.

The spires and gargoyles may eat you alive
but at least your ex
didn’t get your ego as well.
The night will dine on us
but smiles and swords
with at least
let us
go down
in style;
there’s hope for you yet.

-December 4, 2021

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