Two worlds.
Black hole of the Mind
Dirt chocked little town.
Secrets get out.
Crushed beer can on the step.
Little opportunity except
on his back in the back room.
Sweet sweat sex on the floor
Fixing some poor fellow up from a bar
Pull on the jeans
Opened the old screen and screeched louder than he wanted.
Carefully eased out of the stuffy dark space to the safe street.
Later
Lying on the bed to her left
Injured in the trade, rock fall in the mind.
Get through her restrictions to the spring.
He knew he had limited time left.
Masked in terms.
About the Creator
Marie Bar
Trying to regroup and survive through the pandemic with a positive outlook and outcome.
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