Jonny Brackney - black ribbon

cold air

knives

the red car drives...

snow speckles laughing
as the windshield wipers bow

he sings and defends her
from the wicked, wicked
world

her smile, suddenly
grows weak.

he goes to work

wrenching her
with questions
he'll wish he never
asked

pulls from her throat
a black ribbon of secrets

he will probably
hang himself
with.

Jonny Brackney

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