The Furry Quean

Wait on noonday

Open the wine cap

let it breathe in escape

emancipation

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I think I am tired I think

hatch doors slam loud shut

Documentary reruns play

haphazardly remembered

& easily forgotten

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Sporting broken dried out skin

bulbous burning failing eyes

Red wine marinated

Blood stained glassy vacant stare

Sits the sentinel unaware

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