Haunted… She And He

She bleeds.
Cardigan sweater green.
Shot gun chin.
never too late for
“not again.”

Sun burnt scars
Bullet proof stars.
Smells of sin and
gin again.

Dead veins, in hope
Shallow and vain.
Tin foil squares mark the day.
Sold, swollen but not alone.

Together. She and he.
Bored, broken and haunted.
No lies.
No shame.
No hope.
Just love in the dark and holding hands.

© Carlson, 2015