Bad Decisons

She went outside, face still hot
and red. The dog pulled her
down the street, and her anger
melted when flakes of snow

hit her face. She knows
how to chose the worst
path every time. It always
ends this way, a cold night
sky, drifting snow,

and the echoes of what
now could be had she made
one good choice about you.


Filed under The muse

2 responses to “Bad Decisons

  1. Your poems always pull me to the end. I always want to see how they will resolve, and your resolutions always surprise and delight me.


  2. interesting, my friend.

    can’t wait to see what you bring to the table tonight for our unofficial larry’s poetry night.

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