Art, Pen

Delete

Gasoline dreams
burn inside my eyes
bright with darkness
and diluted blood
dripping along the side of
a cracked whiskey glass.

Stuck cassettes and
flashback lullabies
put on repeat
churn my darkest fears
and make me scream
inside-out.

If only I could
I would
press
Delete
Delete
Delete…
(Sigh!)

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