Rain pelts asphalt.
Black eye road,
day KO’s.
A million tiny pinpricks,
nature makes a flat fist,
unloads.
Grabs the commute by the throat
and never asks forgiveness.
Bury me below a cloud of pillows,
numb but mercifully alone.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Artwork:Chin h Shin





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