The tom tom echoes

long and shallow marks

abound. Nothing quaint is

as luscious as you,

so I tell myself

as I lump your

inert body into my

trunk and cart you

far from your old

home to your new.

The further I drive

you, the clearer it

becomes and a strange

exhilaration embraces me in

my new-found freedom.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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