Stench of stale beer and methamphetamine
sun pinching through a hole
in the middle of a superman beach towel covering the window
smell of urine on the sheets
turn the spigot— no water from the well
dismayed i stare down the hall
i know where the devil sleeps
cigarette burnt to the filter
ash falling to the floor
pain not as bad as the first few times
rolls over i sneak out the door
tip toe into the abyss
no more tears left to weep
don’t know about heaven and hell
but i do know where the devil sleeps
Rated for Mature(17+)
Categories:
PoetryWhere the Devil Sleeps
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Summary:
Always be kind
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