This Thing

See,
this thing
we
got going
on
has to
stop. See,
I’m
just making
a point
that
ends
like blunt
wood,
and if
you only
could
stand still,
I’d
make my
point
like
sharp
daggers
and whips
that
crackle
under
the sun.
See,
this thing
has
to end
and I’m
real
damn
close
in allowing
myself
room
to
open
this door
to
watch
you
leave.

M.C. Davis

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