For in my passing I will at last be free.
To be whispered upon the winds and embraced in a lone saltwater tear that gently embraces a dingy unswept floor.
The ice will slowly melt, the booze fiery embrace will be that parting kiss.
Departure is bittersweet to the beloved, never the strangers of forgotten sunsets and past ill-fated romances.
Don't regret the choice as I mask my truths with the last pour.
JPR is a Southern Gothic writer. His work has appeared here at Disturb The Universe, Fixator Press, Lothlorien Journal Of Poetry, The Dope Fiend Daily, Horror Sleaze Trash, The San Pedro River Review, Spillwords Press, and Svartedauden Zine.
His work is always dark and unfiltered.
His work is always dark and unfiltered.