The Ninth Hour
Poetry Day #10
A shard of the Cross in the young whore’s eye
A thorn in Old fisherman’s throat.
Every gentile I loved, doomed to die
Dust to dust — crystal or coke.
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Jeez, I feel the thorn in my own throat...evocative imagery, great work
Dude, this goes so hard!