The Lone wolf,
Howls at the
Mozzarella moon
Missing its only pup.
Wash your hands
you
Filthy animal.
Blood swirling
Around the sink.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Looking into
mirrors
and seeing
A stranger.
Apocalyptic landscapes
Ain’t no zombies
out here?
She said
She needs
my presence
so we can
Be Alone…
Together
forever.
Pillows, drowning
in tear drops,
Young souls
with nothing to lose,
Loss of income
Loss of hope
Loss of
fill in the blanks.
Nothing to Lose
