SCENE [NOIR POETRY 365]

 

[SCENE]

FADE IN

he craves 

cutting words 

a stiletto 

driven

deep through

the remote 

hollow his heart 

once inhabited 

hunger lures

him into self

destruction 

promises

anything

for a quick  

escape

from rot

a temp

proof of life 

not truly 

reaching 

deep

rushing out 

too soon

consumed 

dissipated 

his body

his mind 

fading again 

giving into 

the usual 

unavoidable 

spleen 

FADE OUT