Rellenar las ausencias
You are the nighttime devil’s semis
burning down the warehouse road
crashing through potholes in dropped toolbox cacophony
echoes off walls,
I know it’s your
death driving a furnace
fueled by suicide
driven to death.
Obsession pushes my head under water.
A junkyard dog mutters nightmares lodged in his throat.
The harbinger left.