Dame

Turner Rentz, III
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

I saved her.

Like me, she’s damaged.

If not for the dark purple bruise

The cuts

leading me down, my stairway to hell

her stairway to heaven

A serious love

bound to life itself

and the saving of life

even hers

and if mine

then now, I must heal

and nurse the wounds

that come , gattaca-like

leaving nothing behind

An idea of order in Key West

Blue water and tight

Gong

Through Restless Seas I Come

All of us are in the gutter

Some of us are looking up to the stars

In pain

Only Lovers

Left Alive

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