Sunday, November 22, 2015


You smile at him as he lights your cigarette,
but you've seen the blood on his knuckles
that wasn't there before that night.
The blood summoned by his fist
punching the bathroom wall of the bar
instead of that man's face.
You see the blood and know
he loves you too much in the wrong way.

Aaron Molden

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