We Will Not Come Back


Was it a death trap?
You were staring unblinkingly
at the black hole.

I will not play with
the dirty words. I will pray
you shouldn't make it.

The child cries. Wolf
gets away with a big chunk
of flesh of earth.

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We Will Not Come Back