Sinful World


Clearly pivotal moments in life
chisel away grief. Happiness,
a stillness, above the dust around our feet.
Broken hearts buried
beneath the cold-hard truth.

—–

Autumn yields, ripening fruit
stains the teeth with blood-red
greed, pithy pits
unable to reproduce in
deserted wallets, bled dry.

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