Late

The lateness of the hour dawns
Like a reign of bullets
Striking into my gut
The cacophony of bile rising
As I wait
Impatiently tapping foot
On cold cold stone
And waiting…
You are late…
Again…
And you ask for five more minutes?!?!

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