Heartbreak and the Cowboy

The oppressive sadness of being laughed at,
pervading grey blue wraps itself around here,
a silk spectre at this plastic feast of fakery.
Prying eyes and ears molest everyone in sight,
again cocooned in a blanket of hateful air,
gold makes a dramatic exit from the situation.
The queen of heartbreak haunts the scene
and the cowboy makes himself at home next door,
dreams of a killing spree of crimson and wine.
Heart and stomach removed with teaspoon,
sleep and defeat kick a hole in the wall,
then hit and kiss each other until they bleed.


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