that old devil didn't even say goodbye

i’m fighting that old devil again
he’s got me by my scrawny throat
telling me
ever so sweetly
as every devil does
i loved you once before
so we can be together again
to live in our old sinful ways

i’m fighting that old devil again
when i’m taking those nightly
missteps
he’s snickering softly in my corner
reminding me that there will be no
mourners
at my last pitstop

he gives me comfort
like no other can
makes me feel connected
not buried in the sand
i’m fighting that old devil
again
and i will not win this
time

the bed this morning
was as empty as my
broken clock
just used rubbers
and empty medicine bottles
littering the soiled floor

and that old devil
didn’t even say
goodbye

after dragging my bones
from our earthen bed
i followed his hoofed prints
down the ratty stairs
only to find the old fuck
violating my refrigerator
masturbating in my jello mold
but after rubbing my eyes clean
i only noticed through the spunk
it was my soul
making a mess of this place

that old devil didn't even say goodbye

Jason Franklin

Springboro, United States

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A dirty dream.

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