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no farewelling

dark city

Exit.

He slides his thin socks over the unclean so whitened feet

Then his worn shoes

His grimy trousers, threaded with string

Hung off him.

Stiff

Then a smeared jacket

Over a shirt with two buttons

A glance at the mirror showed washaway eyes

No watch for the telling

No ring, no faith, no compromising lies

All love gone

so

No farewelling

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. You coined ‘farewelling’ and ‘washaway’? I’ve put the former in my box of stolen words.

    October 7, 2011
  2. I wrote that for a competition years ago and didn’t send it –

    October 7, 2011

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