The Perfect Punctuation

Poem By Cassandra Bliss

Sorry, I threw that cigarette at you,
but it was the perfect punctuation mark.

I just realized,
you mean nothing
to me

anymore.

It's such a relief
to be free of your smothering
stress and worrisome
breath.

It was just that easy.

Period.

Comments about The Perfect Punctuation

I like this poem. It is so neat and the last line picking up on the title is perfect!


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