It's Still Life

poetry and prose

A Bloodhound Stare

A Bloodhound Stare

I sidestep men
with Cyrillic ciphered
tattooed arms,
men ruined
by drink, and
rotting from the inside out.
Men who sleep away
their narrow days,
scarred with memory
and a bloodhound stare.
I’ve known such men. 
They’re a spreading stain.

  © Misky 2020

Misky

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