In The Shadows.A Poem by Paul BellShe drew on the cigarette and blew out the world. He inhaled and the world felt good again. She felt distance was the cure. He was running from himself. She was just running. She drew on the cigarette and blew out the world. He inhaled and the world felt good again. She walked in the night. He lived in the shadows. She wore the scars. She drew on the cigarette and blew out the world. He inhaled and the world felt good again. She felt his presence. He was waiting. She touched the long blade. She drew on the cigarette and blew out the world. He inhaled and the world felt good again. She felt the hairs rise. He knew it was time. She felt the long blade in her hand. She drew on the cigarette and blew out the world. He inhaled and the world felt good again. She walked into the shadows. He came into the light. She watched as the long blade entered his throat. She drew on the cigarette and blew out the world. He inhaled and the world felt good again. She saw him smile He touched her scars. She drank his blood as he left for the afterlife. © 2018 Paul BellReviews
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