shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Johanna M. Geiger

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Another road to follow
these ink paths spin poison into my skin
one step then three
I am sinking at the pace of life.

No delayed regret
only a cat-like stare boring over your overturned chair
the one I stabbed repeatedly with a pen
I had wished for a more gooey target

You do nothing.
There are no quick fixes, no magical cures only this:
one penny in the palm of my hand
this smear of sticky ink in the other