Poetry

November 8, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Olivier Duong

 

By

J.J.Campbell

 

 

settle those trembling hands

 

 

put a bullet

in the chamber

and say goodbye

 

settle those trembling

hands with a little

scotch

 

god no longer cares

 

your father never

loved you

 

your mother always

considered you a

burden

 

and the rest of the

family doesn’t have

time for the abused

 

ask for any usable

organs to be donated

and the remains

turned to ashes

 

tucked away in a

crease of time

 

see if anyone bothers

to discover their guilt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

some like to wait for death

 

 

my doctor told me

i should really cut

back on how much

alcohol i drink

 

i laughed and now

make sure every

drink is twice

as strong

 

some like to

wait for death

 

i’d rather make

it a sprint

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

J.J. Campbell

J.J.Campbell

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in suburbia. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Mad Swirl, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, Because Eileen and Horror Sleaze Trash Quarterly. You can find J.J. most days on his highly entertaining blog, evil delights.

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