poetry

A Poem for Hire

My angel told me

Blood is thicker than water.

But veins drip like taps

And hearts can leak just like the pipes.

 

My angel caught me red handed.

Like a ghost and its shadow

He sits on my shoulder,

Carrying a certain kind of silence.

 

My angel told me

To let my hair down,

But I am too careless for a suicide note.

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