Shirked Impasse

Flecks of spittle dance from
her tongue as she beckons me closer,
eyes reddened and raging.

There’s a salvo of flowers
clustered against a stream which
bubbles and spits.

A dog yaps with irritation
at the solipsism of his
lonely wanders.

A bomb goes off
and the silence
falls like
dust that
dies
on
us

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