Entry 171

Grocery closed an hour ago.
No food around.
The dogs seem put off. 
We’re all fucking starving.

Crisp-clack.
Another beer sedates deep hunger.

Another scribbled poem; 
To help me wait for morning.

Lying around 
Without purpose. Killing time.

Bargaining with Death
To let me remain.
Permanent. Without demise
Despite hunger and pain.

Paint the sunrise gray.

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