fuzzy food in fridge
flushed today
smell lingers
can it be washed away?
desperate house plants
bought with good intentions
gave up ghosts through kitchen window
carcasses remain
breakfasts of cold toast and peanut butter
outside, a sanctuary of thistles
inside, the dark imbues the body bones
absorbed in daily doses
just enough to quell
thoughts that foment rebellion
these I gave to you, I think.
my remembered lover
my old optimist
my partner of journey
my willing prisoner
spurn me now
for I have killed you
the worst of all crimes
a spirit stilled
melancholic
Hello, I am Lee Dunn. Working stiff (retired). Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. I write some eclectic poetry, prose, personal stories, and fiction. Have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press And Spillwords Press. I blog on WordPress at https://secret-lifeof.com/
If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram (if you have one) to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com
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