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The Lonely Death

This is from an upcoming work of fiction titled, “The Disappeared.” The lead character is a songwriter, and this is meant to be one of her works.

Bodies drop
Bodies drop
Bodies dropped without consequence.

Who keeps the names of the dead?

When they are all collected;
The forgotten ones
The disposable ones
The unwanted ones

The second class citizens
After they been
Taken, forgotten, and disposed of

Who records what their mama’s said, at the end?

When the no-consequence crew come
And do
What they gonna do
Hiding behind flags and gods
While takin’ what they will

Who then
speaks for the dead?

As you laying splayed out
your insides pouring out
and the light is draining out,
who will hear you call
for your mama
one last time?

At the end?
All alone?
In the dark?

The lonely death is the monster’s worst sin.

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This Spot Here

This is an excerpt from a new work of fiction, “The Disappeared” due out early 2023. Some of the chapters are preceded by lyrics or poems intended to be authored by the characters. “This Spot Here” is the creative work of the female protagonist.

_____________________

This spot here
The one I know to be mine
This spot here
I’ll hold onto
’til my last breath is gone

Do what you will
Do what you must
I’ll never surrender
‘til my flesh is dust

This spot here
The one I know to be mine
This spot here
I’ll hold onto
’til my last breath is gone

Not Fire, Not Famine, Not motherfucking Death
Nothing will drive me
From out this mess
I’ve carved it out
This spot is mine
I ain’t budging
So long as I’m alive

This spot here
The one I know to be mine
This spot here
I’ll hold onto
’til the end of time

Fuck yourself
Fuck your ma
Fuck your promises
Fuck you dollars
I made this mine
and so it stays

Until the end of motherfucking days