The Reds Of Home

The flashing red, the pulsing red,
the ebb and flow of –
the bursts of – telephone thrown at a closing door, the-
why are you like this? The –
Never apologize, don’t ever apologize,
it’s weak, you’ll be –
the splash of –
what did you get on my carpet? I brought you
in to this fucking world and-
the angry mouth of a cigarette, the –
how did you get that bruise?
-the curl of smoke on flesh,
the hiss and heat of the kiss, and –
why are you like this?
why are you-
the hands creeping steadily-
why don’t you want to-
why can’t you just-

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