Murder the fall

Quiet tension building stronger

He sits in the corner cradling ammunition

Reflecting upon his entire life

Building up to this one moment

The winter drawing closer

His soul so much colder

Apathy has engulfed everything he was

Consumed by addiction

Dying to ask a question

But out of time to do so

He regrets his every move

His every decision

They brought only misery

And bred with confusion

Do it if it pays the rent he thought

The roof caving in above

He draws his weapon...

Reviews

[Ruth]

I love the surreal approach to this, the less than obvious quality it holds, keeps the reader guessing and dwelling in a strange land of what seems despair and ridicule..and a pause..what direction does it go?
Great work
xoxo