Fighting to get this poor fuck on a cot.
He is so shot up,
so slick with his own blood,
I can barely hold his arms.
I swat his flailing hands away,
and pin his arm with my knee.
He is gasping, clutching, spitting,sputtering,
drowning on dry land.
Suddenly his rolling eyes find mine,
he desperately tries to tell me something.
Tell me what?
Perhaps its his life’s summation,
distilled into one word.
So I listen. It rushes up,
the reply to a pebble dropped into a well,
I look at him blankly,
“Why … “ I answer,
“Cos you’re an asshole, Thats why.”
It’s the last thing he hears.
that bothers me.
Good stuff here Dave. Really good. Tough as well.
A great piece. Gets the reader thinking..
Omg so dark, so great. I was totally engaged. Great work. C.
Ha! I liked that. Nice curve at the end. My kind of twisted humor. Well done.
“drowning on dry land”… I know this.
This is fantastic! Delightfully depraved. Bravo, Dave.