Talking to the dead

by Dave

Looking at me
eyes blind.
I promised to protect you
and sang you to death,

eyes empty.
evening traffic sounds
over powered
by a black heart.

Pulse in a constricted neck
Breathe choking.
Diffused light
through frosted glass,
Silent conversations
with a corpse.

– Dave Kavanagh


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