Friday Noir: One Lonely Night
The day was runnin’ heavy.
The overcharged engine was runnin’ rough.
Laying there, the humid air drapes across like a mask.
Silence outside, no silence in my head.
Get up, get out.
A walk into the lonely night to clear it.
Smoke a Lucky.
The asphalt streets, steaming from the rain.
The night, more like a sackcloth than a comfort.
Trying hard to get lost in it.
Trust none of what you hear, and less of what you see.
The deep part of the night calls, cajoles, teases….
I can’t ask for forgiveness.
My sins are all I have.
My redemption is found in the pebbled grip of a gat, biting into my palm.
Some saviour, eh?
Life…it’s just a distraction.
It tries to fool us all.
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