#50
its funny how tormenting
and terrifying
awaiting
an unknown hospital bill is
with no health insurance.
More menacing than any moment
than hitting the guard rail
at one hundred and forty kilometres an hour
flipping and twisting
like an olympic acrobat.
at least,
i’m alive,
i guess.
#51
Thunder storms and Woody Allen films
a dollhouse penthouse, an arms reach from a neighbour’s rooftop,
rain stains across window panes as
the lights play and fork around the cathedral’s
tiers. The largest church viewed from
the postcard palace, a portrait of her personality.
a perfect place,
to spend the day.
#52
She,
is a breathing work of art,
her every movement remembered
like a brushstrokes
trailing mark.
#53
Recline,
and fall into me.
Let the sea breeze
kiss our rosy cheeks,
remind me of love
i’ve read of before.
#54
We scaled towers
that bejewelled night.
Defying bloodied bodies
breaking ridiculous rules.
A branded friendship,
scored with
forgotten laughter
by
remembering brothers.
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-Mr. Write