In one pocket,
a half-full packet of gum he shared with his wife.
A pen he accidentally took from the funeral home.
A now-dried flower from her casket.
And in the other,
his father's pistol.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
Pockets
In one pocket,
a half-full packet of gum he shared with his wife.
A pen he accidentally took from the funeral home.
A now-dried flower from her casket.
And in the other,
his father's pistol.
