Another day unfolds.
Splintered wood
beneath the table.
Prickly pain
Within each finger.
Quiet laughter;
that shitty joke.
Fuckery
casting shadows
with a sixty watt
bulb.
Damned whether
we do or we don’t.
Prick…
a drop of blood
no tear drops.
The shitty joke
we shouldn’t laugh at.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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