it
breathes in spurts.
coughs
a lot.
lies
unclaimed.
occasionally
identified.
its
faded photo
on
the ‘wanted’ board
is a
blotch.
dead
or alive.
same
difference.
the
ring stays worn
halfway
through the finger.
no
further,
either
way.
words
trail off
unwilling
to
complete themselves.
silences
take
turns.
stab,
first.
then
choke.
but
just enough
so
that
it
breathes in spurts.
coughs
a lot.
this
halfway house of our love
needs
to be burnt down.
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