organic waste.

Freezing key.
Freezing to the touch.
Held by numb fingers.
Precision timing.
Shaken blind by fear,
pinpoint vision,
sweating resentment
of the rawest kind.
—
Kindness misspelt,
in arrears by years.
Finally stepping into
damp and welcome
absence.
—
Wheezing a smirk,
hurting and feral,
trigger by a photograph,
one that shouldn’t be.
Hands shook out of control,
key dropping miles below,
under hazed eyes.
—
Now slurping sugar,
soaring, lifted by
no clue what.
And all this was before you
ever considered.