4 poems by Scott Cumming

No Name #10 The suicide noteflapped in the wind“no regrets”all it said, unsignedOnly thing to look atFog drowned your descentNo sign of the lap you’ve dived intoWhatever entity waits on death’s doorstepThe car sits openinterior drenchedlike your final wordscoming apart in my handssame as my expressiondrizzle no competitionagainst my searching, pleading tears. The Detective He […]

4 poems by Scott Cumming

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