The High Cost of Living


The High Cost of Living

by Denise Fuehrer Burnette

Empty conversations

spoken

through glassy eyes

 

Words with no meaning

echoed

from a voice with no sound

 

And I sit here

in this empty room

piled high

with rotting corpses

wanting to speak

but lacking the blood

drained of all love

for this precious game

 

And I wonder…

 

If I spoke the words

to fill this void

 

If I ripped

this rotting heart

dry and cracking

from my tight

and empty chest

and lay it on the table

for all to see

Would you even notice?

 

Or would you just turn

your empty head

away

from my empty heart

and ask the rotting corpse

lying next to you

if he noticed

the rising cost

of blood
these days

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