His words a growl, a guttural utterance
almost unintelligible, no syllables,
pushed over rotten teeth
from his bowel, the bile,
the poison deep within him.
His eyes were dark, sunken,
downcast, almost closed,
his body ravaged by the meth
that had stolen his youth,
his spirit, his soul.
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edited January 17, 2022
His words only a growl – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2022/01/his-words-only-growl-v2.html
edited January 17, 2022
His words only a growl
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2022/01/his-words-only-growl.html
January 17, 2022
His words a growl
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2022/01/his-words-growl.html
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