Time Out

smoking

Attempting to get a grip

He strikes another match

Watches the flame flicker

As it burns his fingertips

Pondering his possession

Before igniting his cigarette

Hanging freely from his lip

She’s chained in the basement

Her muffled cries are heard

While he savors a burning sip

Of whiskey as her blood drips

~This is a quick little ditty (poem) for Jack who has been sitting quietly in the back of my mind. He has been knocking softly on the creative door, and I want to open it it’s just finding the time and right frame of mind.

Other scenes previously posted.

First Scene An introduction to Jack

Gas Station

Home

Waiting

Breaking Through

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