Death in Your Pocket

© tammi hartley

Avoidance — denial — blindness
Cursed for all this time.
Thought your arms were safe,
Consuming my death like wine.

Day by day a little more,
‘Til every drop was gone
My heart beating in vain,
No rhythm left to the song.

Dark and cold — numb and lost.
Can’t even get up to crawl.
Trapped in the stillness
Of your tight pocket walls.


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