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Bats in the Belfry

Published December 2, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

Bats in the Belfry

Cartwright loved the holidays.

It felt like parole every year.

He used to always end up in the hospital.

One Christmas it was a 5152

Elevated from a 5150.

Once he got there it was obvious,

he shouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere.

Years later,

“You’re not drinking? Good for you.”

“It’s good for everyone, trust me.

I’m no longer marching on roads of bones

in warrior mode.”

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