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written by: L.M.Giannone



Your punching bag in motion
Doormat you walk across
Disrespect me and yourself
You a product of your past
Me a victim of your present
Bottles of gin strewn across the floor
With stale, foul breath and glossy eyes
Slurred speech and compromised mind
Stumbling across the ruins of your life
Your loss leads to my demise
Pulling me down into your abyss
Spiraling with centripetal force
Mutual assured destruction



L. M. Giannone is a writer and poet living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Originally from Southern Connecticut, Lisa transplanted herself in California to escape the harsh winters and summers of New England.
She is the author of No Vacancy, a collection of humorous personal essays, and A Touch of Noir, a collection of short stories written in noir style. She has two books in the works for 2017 publication.

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