cutting words
spoken
spite
like a
kitchen
knife
its blade
forged
from
sharpness
of steely
disdain
its handle
formed
from
wooden
disregard
words
aimed
carefully
she thrusts
deep, deep
into my
abdomen
then
slashes
upward
lightning
in reverse
it's the
quickest
way to
a man's
heart
if your
aim
isn't to
keep him
around
perdition express
love is a
drunken
train
hauling
a line of
groaning
freight
cars
a mile
long
each one
filled with
broken
promises
as the
whole
lot
jugger-
nauts
along
in
suicide
circles
while
the grim
engineer
looks for
the first
oppor-
tunity
to
jump
the
stinking
track
one more broken heart on the boulevard
she intro-
duced me
to the
street
in a way
that i
hadn't
expected
no choice
really, but
to crawl
away
amazed
at how
well she
played
the victim
when i
said good-
bye to
romance
kissing
the hot
pavement
as the
bitch
scraped
me off
the
bottom
of her
shoes
Jack T. Marlowe is a gentleman rogue from Dallas, TX. A writer
of poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, his work has
appeared in Handful of Dust, Visceral Uterus, ThunderSandwich,
Dead Snakes, The Vein, Underground Voices & elsewhere. Jack
is also the mad editor/webmaster of Gutter Eloquence Magazine
me likey all 3
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