The Death Blemish

by BOB GALLO   Jan 4, 2022


Heart is now,
tick tack pulsating,
like a flame on the peak of candles
nothing more.

Past is regression
and future is death.
Past is dead and future
is malign wounds of age, wrinkles,
opening
like cracks on the windshield.

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