
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
2 responses to “A Bloodhound Stare”
Oh wowza, what a powerful poem penned with an exquisite quiet tone.
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Ugh! #metoo.
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