Noir.
Too
late already, time sundialled away…
You
shouldn’t have come here, not Mexico
Your
white suit makes you easy to spot
If
I can do it he can too. Come back,
Was
all he said. I don’t care about him.
You
will, he runs this town. Owns it. Owns me.
No one
owns you, didn’t you tell me that?
That’s
from a time I thought I could leave him,
Until
he’s finished with me you’re not safe.
I
should deal with it. Face your problems, ma said,
So
did you. Don’t get in any deeper, just go,
Too
many people are ghosts still walking
Like
me so do what I say before it’s
…Outside
the bar a shadow crossed the window.
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