She seemed to have lots of teeth.
That's what I noticed. Her longish
Face, around those things, was
Reminiscent of those fish which
Live down in the ink-black deep.
Her soulless, newly-built apartment,
Mid-town hip, the brochures
Promised, mimicked such a dreary
Place. I looked for carrion to eat.
I knew I ought to dart away,
And did in time, as there was nothing
In that head behind the teeth.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-23 at 01:23

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