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Sucking The Marrow

Sucking The Marrow

Crackling

of hungry drags

from flaming cigarette cherries.

Tinkling

of ice cubes

from sweaty glasses,

thirsty

for heavy splashes of gin.

Ringing

from the silence

of words

that have had their due.

Waiting…

Waiting…

Waiting…

Crackling.

Tinkling.

Ringing.

Waiting…

Waiting…

Waiting…

for the soothing balm

of

“I’m leaving.”


A relatable piece about the challenge of wanting to extract one's self from a relationship that doesn't work anymore but, simultaneously, being afraid to be alone.

Lessons

Lessons

Recovering from Christmas

Recovering from Christmas