untitled. (By: Chris Hathaway)

the final key on a masterpiece.
the nails leftover to shut your coffin.
the last breath of a hero.
the thorn that leaves a scar.
the bomb dropped on grand bazaars
the broken glass on which you stand
the bite that leaves teeth marks across your hand.
the beats of sweat off a prostitute.
the wolf that howls in solitude.
the trust you give to a thieving witch.
the last time you called your mom a bitch.
the wind that blows your sail boat.
the knife that cuts a villains throat.
the party where everyone died.
the killer that kills and then runs and hides.
the feeling of defeat and grief inside.
the last word of a poem.


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