Trenches (Poetry)

The mind framed in breath and bone 
Fractured, grinding blurred eye contact between teeth 
Hits you like a drink and car, first the drink then the car 
Dancing askew in winter catacomb 
Murder memory, limit and reduce 

It's time for another smack 
You have to love someone before you die by one 
Trying to starve the black cat 
Live your life like a river, cutting trenches 


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