Haibun, Being There by Dawn Munro |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence. Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language. Haibun Being There Darkness lurks. I tire of this life. False friends. Telephones that sit silent, why pay for them? The walls talk, the doorway is empty. Pawn shops and back alleys. Hatred is easy to buy. Homeless asleep on park benches. Others pick through garbage. Towers of steel and chrome watch suits walk past. Buddy, can you spare some change? Arrogant pricks prosper. Good people suffer terrible afflictions. Children kidnapped, abused, killed. Plagues, wars, tsunamis, terrorists. spotless garments ruined by worldly bloodstains God's free will gift I am afraid of heights. Fear drug overdose-induced sickness or hallucinations. I hate guns. But this one shines like treasure. I turn it over. Smith and Wesson, my redeemers. I point the barrel up under my chin and pull the trigger. light exists for saints coffins are always dark unless on fire
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