Rotten Apple Cores

My words are smeared

Across the final ticks

Of a black and

Blurred

Tuesday

Into the early hours of this

New day

 

I write you roiling

I write you wherever you lie

Waiting

For this (you)

To end

 

I have grown so very tired of wasting

Breath on you

 

Pining

Over rotten apple cores

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