Bloodshot eyes shoot daggers
across the room into the back
of the callous bastard, strutting,
carefree and careless, as always.
How dare he come tonight?
With her.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
Bloodshot eyes shoot daggers
across the room into the back
of the callous bastard, strutting,
carefree and careless, as always.
How dare he come tonight?
With her.
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