The cast aways

Saddled by a life that’s tick tocking away

I let him rest his heavy head on my shoulders frail.

We’re the cast aways, the

bitter scums of an existence riddled with

fantasies of suffering and gold.

His name is John and mine Meredith, and

with hands folded like hooks, we

hang on to the noose, ripping it apart

we untie the line as we skip…and

skip…in merriment as

we dare fate to deal its next card.


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