In the Field
Pain dries like blood
All his strength lifts one foot from the mud
Senses pared down
To some shapes and the taste of the ground
She took his heart
In a book he was taken apart
King of the rain
Has the dream he is running again
Hard Boiled - 2019 Rewrite
Handful of sweets like teeth launched straight into his open mouth makes you wince: head flipped back - trilby glued on - and all over in no time. Back to the broken nose you first saw; and the glare. Looking around won't help - how nerves work is his living. His thoughts aren't many but they're stark and made for this. Have to hope something happens out of a dream: He loses interest and leaves. Close your eyes like life won't end.
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