The Drunken Junk

  styx

 

His thin brittle anger broke free again.

Sharp shards of pain pushed out.

I silently encouraged him.

Entertain me.  Please.

I’m bored.

Opening sunny gates, we drift…

Lengthways..

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

Overhanging trees undermined our cynicism.

Too beautiful.

Too nice.

For us.

Spit and curse for me.

Poison my day.

bloody boatman.

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

My violence was swift.

Cunning. Nasty.

He saw nothing.

Felt everything.

Steel  glanced off bone.

Flesh fell away.

bloody boatman.

 

Our lives stay the same.

Tomorrow we die.

Tell me one lie.

One lie.

 

Drifting now.

Lighter. Sweeter.

Awash with blood.

The deck was slippery.

One heave.

His splash made me chuckle.

bloody boatman.

 

 

 

 

 

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