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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

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.


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