Ghoulish ghouls
hunt for souls
stalk the living
feed on the dead
Russian mobsters,
tall and elegant,
rough and gleaming
pitiless meat.
Looming and sniffing
the ghost of love
snatched from me
unknowing.
A life unlived,
a love that is lost,
an empty house
of illusion.
Monday, January 22, 2018
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