Last night…
I watched her die
and she sits by my side
staring into hopelessness
…but her dress is still pretty
and I am dead too
sitting here
among our empty cans
and the bathtub is now dry
and we both take a deep sigh
as the orange glow
from the fire beyond the window
reflects off our defeated faces
…and the polished barrel
of my rifle
that rests across our laps
as we listen to the axes
taking out the last chunks
of the boarded up door
of my home sweet home


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