Friday, 13 February 2015

MY SHIRT HAD HOT ROCK HOLES



my grandad was dying in the hospital

he
had
a
pad
to
write things on
to remember them 
but
it was just a few scribbles
he couldnt read back at all

so 
he
hid
his
medication from the drs
cos he thought this would help

he
had
me throw it out
and
promised me a new shirt
and

made
a
gun
with
one hand
and finger-shot his temple
with
a
sad
and
desperate pleading smile

from easybakegunclub.com

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