dead man walking
cold-blooded mask
all fangs and ice
beneath it lurks
his raw truth
breathless
yearning
dead man walking
craving one last
cigarette
tasted
the indecipherable
and something inside
assured him it was
home
dead man walking
will let her burn him
complete the job
anytime she
wants to
one
final
fix
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POEM inspired by #GRIMEANDSHADOWS, MRS. GABE: A SUPERNATURAL NOIR.
PIC: Pexels, Farhad Irani (cropped).

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