covered by our savior…

on the stove a cast-iron skillet filled with bacon drippin’s sat cold and lonely…

nothin’ had been cooked for weeks…no pork chops…chicken…nothin’…just eatin’ dry cereal right outta the box…Cap’n Crunch…Boo Berry…somethin’ like that…think there was little marshmallows in it…

house was dark…some bugs crawlin’ up the walls…carpets never got vacuumed…just piss-spots from dogs he gave away….

an’ there he sat…covered in a blanket with a picture of Jesus on it holdin’ a lamb…talkin’ to himself…sayin’…,I’m tired of bein’ tired…,dozin’ in an’ out of dreams…short pictures with no sound goin’ through his head…memories of her…

gave-up when she died…who knows…grew crazier an’ crazier…always thought Mexicans were tryin’ to break into his house…talked ’bout buildin’ a wall ‘ round it…maybe a fortress…wanted protection from God knows what…

an’ he just sat there…covered by our savior…

covered by our savior…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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