Chilled

Civilised,
frightened,
and the whiskey’s worn off

My hands tremble
holding on tight to chilled iron
and to “the Word”

There’s a blood clot panic
in the wilderness.

Civilised,
and scared shitless

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One response to “Chilled

  1. Wow very chilling thoughts indeed

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