Folsom Flatline by Fred Shrum and William Davis

CW: death

I have had my fill tonight

In the castanet rattle of pills

The landscapes made small

In plastic cups on a bedside table

The metered allowance

Of vials and tubing

Winding

Along the pale extension

Of my arm

I was a made man

My heart was so hard

Now I’m shriveled

Skin is paper thin

I know I’m bad

But I don’t deserve to die like this

Midnight in a prison hospice ward

Only the nurse to cry for me

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Fred Shrum and William Davis have been published in many journals. Find us on Twitter. @fshrum and @ByThisWillAlone