Poetry

Shaking Hands and Kissing Babies

Tell whatever lie
your ends require
You’ve come this far
and farther still
In fact
you’re gone
Nothing left
but the image built
by the pills you
ingest to quell
the swelling emptiness
festering within your
well dressed
shell

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