In Regards To Red Stationary, And It's Lack Of Use In The Field Of Rebuilding Fortresses Poem by Wes Thompson

In Regards To Red Stationary, And It's Lack Of Use In The Field Of Rebuilding Fortresses



were the last breaths you sighed
with puckered lips
so frayed and bent
as you wanted them to be?
and the little phrases you leave me with
that you wish so hard to
crumble my bones
do they make you feel more at home
in the rubble of a fortress?
I cannot rebuild our love
with red stationary and empty promises.

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