It was short – a few words.
The briefest booklet.
Not much time to read
Enjoy, absorb, put down.
 
But then they always are.
The author’s trick
Deep smiles and words
A warm literary embrace.
 
And that sharp banter,
Words sent quick.
Those are deep and valued,
As you hear and play.
 
And that is now, yes.
You clutch and remember,
Choking on the drag
Of the last nicotine shot.
 
But it’s not real blood.
The dry pen had no ink.
Hearts were deadened.
Scream, scream and die.