Anthracite

Foot steps faded along with the chuckle
across the wooden floor I can see the Otago Daily Times
I wonder if I have read it

Oh and there is Spotty Boy’s chew toy
the underside of my couch is Aladdin’s cave
but it hurts a bit now

my ear and cheek is warm as I remember
teeth were seen, shouting and arms
then something was in my head

the red seeping across the wood
is the same colour as her lips
and I still couldn’t blame her

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