an umbrella rests next to the door for as long as i can remember i have left an umbrella resting next to the door i never use it when it is raining i just duck my head low and scurry like a rat to the car there is another in the door of the car […]
the fascination in taking things apart putting them back together understanding how the gears interlock the direction they spin tracing wires figuring out what made them function i have pulled myself into pieces a kaleidoscopic cellular breakdown to figure out what is wrong with me in the hopes of magically putting myself back together functional […]
it is hot today but i can’t stop shivering running through every single thing i have ever done looking for where i went wrong unable to pinpoint my mistake but certain it exists i will tear myself into pieces looking for this latest fatal flaw disassemble every word until each syllable feels faulty sorry for […]
yesterday the world was silent this morning it refuses to shut the fuck up something out there has the birds in a tizzy the sun already seems too high and if i could close the blinds find a way to catch all the sleep that ignored my silent pleas and wake up in a land […]
i choke gagging hands clutched to my throat finally the obstruction breaks free i begin vomiting flower petals onto the rainswept sidewalk a cacophony of hues puffs of airy pollen fairydashes of sweet scents a coagulation of efflorescence a symphonic swarming in blossomed decay spewed to deface the faceless face of reckless consumerism as presented […]
the highways are empty the city seems devoid of life no movement the windows all gone dark as i drive these winding one way corridors no longer seeking my destination just driving enjoying the solitude surrounded by concrete and glass monoliths dedications to a dead race on nine eleven i was sent home early because […]
the deck lurches as does my stomach the ocean doesn’t give a goddamn about unsteady sea legs or green gills it hungers for freedom from the pale orb that controls its every emotion all it can do is lashout at fools with no reason to be plumbing the inky depths except in the hopeful dismay […]
i have no intention of lassoing the moon nor pulling the stars down from the sky one by one to slide them on your fingers all i can give you is my heart and promise that i will love you with every bit of me until the sun burns out and darkness reigns even then […]
electricity has always called to me something in the alternating currents reflected something broken inside of me i fluctuate some days all i see is beauty some days all that exists is ugly dour disenfranchised disavowed disassociated disemboweled by these thoughts errant sparks a recurring theme like electricity or my broken the pattern calls to […]
scattereddust motesacrossthe anus of timeunable tograspsubstantialitylostin a turbulencerestlessindifference thewordsrefusetospeaktheyscreaminchoaterage insputteringgasps incapabilityin culpabilityincandescentin indecentdescents a hushed crygoes unheard
i float on the songs the chirping little balls of fluff whistle as they stare at me staring into the brightening eastern sky seeing only a new day dawn floating on steaming coffee and the promise today will be another day the planes fly in a static pattern above a glitch in the programming or […]
in a world of echoes i lose track of if i am real or just a tinny reverberation off the cave walls i am a distortion a mirage a shapeless shadow in the steam dripping down the mirror if i was ever truly here at all.
we are transient balls of energy suffused through meat golems passing from one instance to another no direction no goal just moving from one state of being to another there is a magic hidden there beneath the rot and the agonies in the search for the right chemicals to be dumped in electrified gelatin that […]
interlocking rows of teeth fed reams of paper hardened steel rollers chews and spits a basket of shredded financial confetti but no more matter the design and care it is paoer that will eventually destroy the paper shredder much the same way as life is the number one leading cause of death the things we […]
an amateur plate spinner moving on intuition between the poles sensing a wobble before the dishware plummets a chain reaction leading only to calamity like a sparrow feeling the atmospheric pressure dip a sign of a storm early warning letting them take wing letting him move from pole to pole seeking to keep the entire […]
in the silence between the clanging chimes my breath on the small of your back hands running up your inner thighs as my lips trace the curve of your spine writing poetry across hot flesh with ravenous need in the silence between heart beats
bleak. bloated. a cascading waterfall of hellblight thunderkisses. ranting ever screaming streaming curses to the empty sky. a smattering of pretense. a caustic haze of ever firing relays a maze a blaze malaise. bleakly bloated insidiously corroded weakly exploited. a sand dune in the shape of surrender one last drink at the molotov cocktail happy […]
the vampire lies awake through the day longing to feel the sun’s gentle kiss i lie awake through the night longing for you tightly wrapped in my embrace i worry in the quiet before sunrise that monsters like me are destined to pine away for the light that never shines on their rancid souls
spent three hours trying to find the sleep that came so easily at the beginning of the night tossing and turning spiralling downward through the things i yearn to simply forget the three am fugue of sins that now drape themselves over my innocuous hell i told the ceiling every secret the hidden truth others […]
spent so long trying to be different to be better than i was but this leper cannot change his weeping wounds always a photo negative representation of what is reflected back from the clear waters that only show me the parts that will never be right about the aching fool drowning in three inches of […]
in a bathysphere headed deep down fathoms beneath the jagged sawtooths cutting the surface needing the sanctity of the metal walls to keep me safe from this impending breakdown a flower pulling its petals closed reacting to barometric inconsistencies a late frost impending doom impeding rational thoughts until all there is is sheer panic a […]
sorting through these rusted rotting remnants of a life slowly pulled across razor blades hidden in the carpeted filth in a baselessly improbably petulant existence left distinctly wanting
too long spent wishing upon the scattered dust of dreams best left unfulfilled carrying a shovel only meant for digging my own grave as the ladies dance flowing skirts rising higher and higher until all that is left to the imagination is another set of night tremors that vanish in the early face of the […]
fallen into a loop a cycle of repeated transitional disaster not sleeping unable to think burning myself out by pushing myself too far past the brink of my home made self-extinction fantasy is it suicide working yourself to death yet never having anything to show but a sore back bloody knuckles when the only external […]
at night when the stars first begin to twinkle in the ebon skies i whisper of your beauty to watch them fall one by one in jealousy hidden in the pulsating lights an ode to my love for you flashes throughout space and time in these vespers i declare my intent to the universe in […]
cooking in the morning as the sparrows flutter on the porch and in my chest the quiet hopes of a new day blossom the reality not yet quite settled in i have a cup of steaming coffee a head full of your radiant wonder as the vegetables slowly cook the potatoes get chopped and nothing […]
halfway between equinox and solstice the deep throes of springtime delusion soon to be smelted in the strangling grasp of sultry summertime regrets beltane above equitorial division samhain below wintry dismays teasing multicolored autumnal losses lost somewhere halfway between equinox and solstice deep in the throes of lingering seasonal malaise
fat tear drops drip incessantly from my watery eyes down leathery cheeks to fall into space frozen diamonds left to drift on the jagged edge of this eternal cycle of thunderous unending agonies i woke tears swollen already obscuring the room clenched closed ignoring the rivulets of molten painthistles stabbing stabbing stabbing until you are […]
she gnaws at my bones with pretty teeth savaging cold flesh her hot tongue dragging over torn flesh her lips a crimson smear i long to swim through her veins flush through her pounding heartgasm suffusing her goosepimpled flesh with my soulclenched adorations written in cursive upon her every subtly sullen sigh lovemaking on the […]
emotional stability a suture bridging kaleidoscopic catastrophes and a meandering sense of selfless undulating regrets i walk through this garden a weed amongst the flowers a thorny disruption in the petals of sweet serendipitous regalia an unlit molotov teetering another roundabout for the unruly mob of subversives with chattering ivory fangs
what is money but a current sea of disbelief a marker never collected a yoke around the neck a weight straining the backs of those without as useful as air to a fish an indictment against the natural orders unfulfilled a sudden sullen stain discoloring a world of technicolor commerce a house of cards that […]
my thoughts are wrecking balls slowly destroying the parts of me i cannot face in the mercurial surface of my own reflected dismissal. i am a vampire draining the day of light in a perpetual thunderstorm of acidic malaise. in this translucent prison of fundamental failures of the flesh i am the warden the prisoner […]
i lost a hundred or so poems in the hills around dublin texas between the forests and over the fields filled with longhorns i muttered likely my greatest works little declarations to the cloudy skies and the verdant rolling hills of how none of this untamed majesty can hold a candle to you i whisper […]
the sun overslept or maybe the world spins slower than it used to but i rolled over it was still dark while i felt every off kilter revolution on a broken axis it feels like the only good sleep comes five minutes before the alarm while the rest of the restless nights are spent searching […]
she came stomping through my life in a pair of dangerously high concrete stilettos mascara ran thick down alabaster skin the revolution wasn’t worthy of broadcast on the most basic tier yet she still managed to cast a funeral pall in beautiful sorrows across broadband delusionary frequencies buried in the ashes carried by bittersweet murmured […]
it suddenly gotquietthe humof the compressorrattledbut the ambientsound ofthe waking worlddisappearedmaybe everythingand everyonesaid fuck todaycurled uprolled overextended a middle fingerto the vacancythat comes withmanic midweek morningsbut justforgot totell me. it’s nowlate afternoonand that feelingthe world around megave upthat everyoneeverythingis refrainingfrom concernseems apt. the farther ifallthe less thesensation ofthe precipitousdropregistersgiving upor justgiving inechoes the samewhen you […]
i have never askedfor more than enoughhaving receivedlesser and lesseri learned to stoppraying i wouldone daymove the mountaininstead hoping justto have the strengthto walk around it. i whisper all mydesires and needsto the ceilingit feels the sameas prayersjust the ceiling existsand doesn’t hide itscasual disdain. floating on the seaslost and tiredseeing your facein the sea […]
as a kid i was always fascinated by the machine at the hardware store that made copies of keys unaware it was a simple jig that traced the edge of the original key my lack of understanding implied a sense of skill perhaps even magical in the art of duplication the simplicity of the world […]
spots dance in the corners of my vision black bloated flies in random states of fucking crowding in thick oblong orbiting dementias tinting the world in varied shades of purloined virtuous sin i didn’t get out of bed today with the intention of running head first into the walls my limitations have set but i […]
starting a fire in my igloo hoping to either melt down the walls or suffocate from the smoke. self isolation is a sort of paradise enforced isolation is a hell with no sound. i am the desert a desolate ocean where dreams go to languish baked under an indifferent sun.
i keep little mementos in my between my caged ribs so when i sit just right the memories jaggedly pressed into my lungs coloring every gasping breath in pastel fragments of who i once was my marrow tinted in words left unsaid as i wheeze out another line about the ones that carved their initials […]
we were all forced into this state of being so if we can do a little to make it better for everyone that doesn’t seem like a big thing to ask. respect is earned but kindness is always free. seems to get forgotten in the day to day of trying to survive.
woke upon the numbsideof the bedthe constantacheshiveringthrough myskull tofinally settlein my jawsnappedmy synapticresponseleaving meblissfullynumbconfortablydumbsipping coffeeas the cloudsthreatenrain. each timei wokein the darkknees tochestunwilling tofeelthe surgescoursingcoarselythroughmy bone prisoni beggedthe cosmosto take awayyour painto ladle ithappilyupon mineto let mewallowwhile yousoar. i speakto theemptinesslingeringbetween ourmouthsshufflingbarefeetthrough theshattereddreamsand echoedprayersbest leftunheardin thiscacophonousswirlsoftly givingwords tomy desires. woke upnumbedto the endlessachesrunning callouslythroughthe absenceof […]
rats gnaw at my toes as my guts gurgle acidic odes to empty cupboards a dream, a joke, a life left half conscripted by a string of hearts not quite won over with clumsy attempts at ill mannered charm unseen in the rippling ugliness seething at the surface bury my scraps in unconsecrated soil leave […]
Tune in to Panic Room Radio live this Thursday to listen to Chris and I talk about our Splatterpunk nominated book, Cerberus Rising, featuring my story which is also (?!?) nominated, An Incident at Barrow Farm. Chris is also nominated for his Splatter Western, Dust. And our wayward brother, PC3, for his story Full Moon […]
bleeding for scraps while others vomit to fanfare and gratutious applause poetry is loneliness wrapped in barb wire and i am pretty talented at screaming alone i will never amount to anything but moments you can never get back maybe that is what the sparrows sing as they watch a fool wasting his life for […]
on the crusted filth of misanthropic disembowelments collecting on the burnt end of progress there is soft buffeting of sparrow wings sending little clouds of dreamdust soulbillow to scatter amongst the cracked facades of fragility in a quick tempered state of ambiguous losses i was a spectating spectacle of spectacular idiosyncrasies wondering about in shuffling […]
the tendrils of maternal abuse claw my broken psyche in the quiet moments spent lost in the shadowy ceiling my head weighs approximately the mass of the black hole where my soul once bled out in spectral hues transmitted on the sine waves ingrained into the synaptic disfunction of a broken child crying alone
i keep myself secluded from the a world i mostly don’t understand reaching out with shitty poetry from my cave because anxiety ain’t no way to half live i am cut off silenced by algorithms left to fester a mushroom in the darkness living off of the rotted soulsoil in petulant heartwhinings lost in a […]
the rickety ship careensover the tempestuous seain the throes of sorrowsdraped in logical fallacy there is asimplicityin the ever presentbirdsongcoming throughthe open screen doora tonalprogressionfalling insynchwith the restof the worldaround me the lonely cries of the gullcircling in the gray skiesa hint of rot blowing throughon the wings of bloated flies i know whythe crows […]
there is a boozy insubstantialness to reality in the frame of bioluminescent purgatorial musings a hint that nothing is as it appears viewing the world through side mirrors lends an inky incandescence to freefalling through the strata of traumatic scars. i could accomplish something but i will be good and goddamned if anything sounds half […]
the vultures circle above as frustration shakes through the tension of morning bannings and customer support that equals being told to go fuck myself it is a simple manner of stolen information or companies that have forgotten that they don’t exist if not for the users they ignore we are dollar signs with no identity […]
(un)collected vol. 1 is available now on the Potter’s Grove site. A chapbook of 26 poems from me to you. something to tide you over until (un)requited in August. thanks as always for your support, love me
i couldnt tell youwith any certaintyif she was hunting meor if i was a spiritunwittingly haunting her we sat in a boothat the back of the barthe crackling neon ofa beer sign illuminatingher hair a dayglo halo she talked loudlyexpounding upon thevirtues of ts eliotpontificating betweenbreathy groans my hand slid up herthigh under the shortskirt […]
gone gone gone the dreams of bittersweet youth entrapments of hopes best left to fester amongst the creepy crawlies in the darkness of soulwept miseries millipedes crawl up the poignancy inscribed into the hollowbones of forevermore the moist memories rotting incrementally until all that remains are sympathetic serenades gone gone gone dust in the corner […]
my defiance in the face of dastardly deicidal dooms verbal defecation desecration of the subtle adorations my skull is filled with thoughts of you and a million angry bullet ants
the walls are leaning in staring at me with a hostility usually reserved for self deflection the ceiling is bowing down pressing on me with a weight usually reserved for self reflection i am trapped in a loop of migrating migraines a thousand nettles a thorn of crowns around a frowing fool in a state […]
angry bubbles pop around my head little explosions that do nothing but add incrementally infuriations to an already rancid mood. fell headfirst off the wrong side of the bed every minor inconvenience a new throbbing in already tender temples. i need you coffee and the world in general to fuck right off into a hazy […]
her tongue leathery loudly licks shriveled worms disguised as lips the scent of curdled milk wafts thickly beneath hairspray and slow decay an out of focus gleam in her one good eye tells me the sky is falling her jerky whipfast motions lend an air of danger to an otherwise obscure sense of sliding between […]
woke to a ticketstapled to myblood flecked chesta citation forvagrancyas the foolishmuscle constrictsthe sense ofpeace fromthe lonely lanethat leads tothe only placecardiac distresshas ever known asa destination.
subtle vibrations easing along the nervous system on the brink of collapse wired for sound yet filled with white noise the song of the ocean in your ear is just my distorted palpatations echoing along inner ear insanity. i am an empty vessel stirring at the bottom of your oceanic depth a skull in a […]
i love you like a suicide because in you i see the only chance at heaven for a lost soul like me
lost alone in these stacks of books a million happy endings at least one metaphor that reflects where i am in my languid sorrow. surrrounded by books but the only one calling is the book of matches. one last tall tale written in embers across the shadow over her smile.
he tied a ribbon on the old walnut tree by the side of the road every april as the last of the winter snow had faded to muddy ground patches of yellow with hints of verdant growth and the lone red ribbon dancing in the soft breeze with hints of home. it hadnt worked to […]
a wriggle a writhing a tremor passes through my hollow bones as the cool wind murmurs across my shivering skin a chasm opens somewhere in these shifting shafts of calcified remorse a wriggle a writhing a tremor in the center where soot lines the pockmarked surface of angry loveblisters along the cardiac sack of salted […]
the flies, fat overfed black swarms that seems to cover every inch of the foul smelling building with puddles of blood and water baking in the noon time sun mercilessly glaring down over the city of shadows the bells toll sickly from the soot stained cathedral once a symbol of purity now an accurate representation […]
as da vinci sketched virtruvian drawings did the sheer reckless atrocities in nature ever make him sick to his artistic stomach a carousel of painted horses with pinprick pupils at the edge of panic as they race in circles yet never truly make any bit of progress while his ink smudged hands lose sensations in […]
i don’t give you my heart because it is the source of emotion that is the brain of which you already preoccupy most of no, i give you my heart because without it being cared for i would simply die because without you i was never truly ever alive to begin with
in the quietest of moments lost in the singularities the heavy population of my solitude is a weight unto itself it feels like another one about drowning but the metaphor feels too apt to apropos not clothos or lachesis enough for my thology feels like another one about the scent of wildflowers longing lost and […]
there is a subtle flow an undertow created where the world around me and the books begin calling a sandbar of my own emotional misinterpretations mangled by a lack of vernacular affinity a vortex, a whirlpool, a tear pulling the beauty from the inspirations until all becomes gray a succulent buffet, an array of sensual […]
she stood emptied of all hope and happiness a prune where there was once a plum interwoven into a tapestry of her own shadow streaked contemptuous longings slow roasted until her juices boiled splitting her once vibrantly colored casing her will spread ever so thinly until her soul became another transparency drifting on the last […]
the vapid disinterest of the sun rose a golden ball shimmering in feigned regard (a burning middle finger) etched in vaporous <ill intent> lending a tumultuous air of chill intimacy to an otherwise funeralesque sunday spent malingering in the foyer to hell.
the concrete souless monstrosities in a semi-heathenistic plethora of circumfusions a pod of poisoned seeds nestled tightly against the strangled heart of future endeavoring spirits a sacrament, a sacrifice a sack of simmering sighs tar black runs down slowly from the unblinking orbs encased in resinous lies the rusted snap of a trap tetanus infused […]
the coffee sits steaming with a forlorn haze into the morning silence the occasional bit of siren or warbling note of birdsong all that manages to pierce this three ton concrete bubble slowly suffocating the fool who suffers silently on the couch trying not to disturb his lonely corner of half existing. he scribbles bloody […]
not sure if it is selective propagation or if the world is just filled with more despicable sacks of shit on a daily basis. i don’t even know if they know just how rancidly horrific they are or even if they possess the awareness to see just how off-putting their actions seem. one day the […]
endeavored to spring clean declutter the shattered fragments while digging out soulslivers lodged painfully beneath my parchment epidermis an effort to spring free from the detritus of this achingly undesired instance of existence i have thrown out so many things a feeling of lightness in that springy freedom of removing the pieces that clung to […]
there are these improbably wonderful moments where she and i race down different corridors while both riding the same sinuous thoughtwaves from the proper temperature for cheese consumption to finding a name from the same show. resonating in sheer synchronicity send shivers down my erratic pulse dumping a mix of chemically derived splendor through the […]
Canto 1 of my modern retelling of Dante’s Inferno has been posted over on my Patreon. I keep the same basic style, but updated for a modern world. In this version, I am the lost traveler and one of my favorite poets acts as the guide. The original Inferno is 35 Cantos long and I […]
it has been pouring for the last couple hours lightning lighting up the dour night of constant pattering drops assaulted by thunderous doubts all of the hard work i accomplished during the day feels emptied of value as the headache cinches tightly the non-stop precipitation feels like ball peen hammers against my throbbing temples. i […]
he sits flipping cards on the scarred coffee table between pots of coffee chain smoking one cigarette lit off of the dying embers of the last a blue gray filtration obscuring the horns growing out of his lined red forehead fifty two cards in four uneven columns with four piles steadily growing on the side […]
this obsession scratching my soul a possession of my every thought a repossession of faulty cardiac insurrections digging furrows through the once fertile topsoil now salted in tremulous tragedy. i sing loudly to fill the void left by silence stricken sparrows in an absence of solar radiations i don’t seem to recall where i have […]
the fear that i have cut myself so many times tearing off rancid bits and screaming in to the aether in lowercase has left me too scarred to strike a vein all that will remain of the foolish stain will be a dessicated corpse with an empty birdcage where his heart once hung itself. no […]
i like the way copious morsels roll around in my mouth it isn’t so much the words themselves but the feel not all poetry is life altering intensities sometimes it just feels good to say like copious morsels. and for a moment the sun peeks out because everything is simply happenstance it’s what we do […]
i know not if the sky ever did brighten nor did i see it ever darken as i stared up into the ceiling for twelve hours i just know that the alarm rang the coffee fell tastelessly over my maggoty lip across the tongue only capable of lies to settle on the pit of vipers […]
it is jarring being trapped inside myself yet overcome with myopic misunderstanding unable to get out of the hell that distorts all. it is that precise moment you realize that you are insignificant just a ball of anxiety spinning faster into disaster the lone star no one ever wished upon a wispy copy of someone […]
i have never been a good man but you, like an idiot, made me your best man. and in hindsight that doesn’t make any sense as all. maybe it was your faulty judge of character or possibly it was my mercurial lack of character that made the two of us click so well. i will […]
i dont hate you for finding your long needed escape i hate that you left me here with your nagging fucking memory of dreams that we can never accomplish because you shot that final fix into your arm and it didn’t fix a goddamned thing but give you peace and tear another piece from my […]
you could fit all of the planets in the space between earth and the moon each one nestled neatly between us and our lonely satellite. you could fit all of creation in the space between the fool and hope with room for the earth the moon and all of the planets as well. nothing more […]
a poet is a portal a destination an escape a few lines at a time a frozen dream a fool is a deadend a joke nothing’s shadow a punchline to life itself in a waking hell listening to the birds calling out to the sun that never quite manages to rise just a vacancy on […]
the dragon swims barely contained on the blackened spoon clenched between shaking fingers as the lighter dances in the fetid air before it is sucked up through a vacuum lashing out at this new hypodermic cage plunger pressed air bubbles displaced no need to disinfect nothing could survive the pockmarks and filth covering every inch […]
she sat on the stepsa dour expressionon such a little facethat it stopped medead in my trackscocked my head at herand asked what was wrong she sighedlooked at me for a second.then shrugged“boys” i nodded wiselyhaving been one once“boys are gross” she smiled wanlya sad little thingthat quivered my dead heart“not all boys” i gave […]
the eyes being the windows to the soul is another example of shakespearean inadequacy or idiocy. unless hell is the soil of my shattered soulscape good old billy shakes is a bald faced fucking liar. the only semblance of beauty to be seen in my monstrous gaze is you reflected back.
i offer no shelter for i am the bomb itself primed ready to explode all over this land of make believe all i can give is a promise of mutually assured assumption. i am chiseled from bedrock approximations of hell quenched in tears smoothed to nothing by the ever blowing winds of eternal sufferings. the […]
it is in this hollowboned depression that oblivion sings the sweetest whispering in the cold darkness pooled inside this wicker man filled to bursting with icy insignificance too many hours lost in a month where realizations still spark acrid bitterness on my talented tongue where it was made apparent there is nothing to be here […]
today i am a pillar of pitted metal there is nothing insidw of me no hope no happy no anger no sorrow just patches of rusted scabs clinging to where a person once inhabited depression is a hole swallowing me whole i want to hurt so i know i don’t just exist but that i […]
my soul is one dimensional when viewed from this three dimensional plane of plain pain and panic stricken desolation my heart is wheezing black tar through constricted vessels of vacant adoration seized in rigorous illusionary half palpations you do not have to remind me i am nothing with your callous slights i am well aware […]
the light in the room dimmed as i looked out the sunlight diffusion gradually pulling the deep purple into static blue shifted to a melange of pink hued darknesses there is a weight to this salmon haze a heaviness breaking over the rooftops trickling turgidly down the streets a dripping of cloying syrupy madness in […]
i’ve long since cast away the foolish dreams and childish aspirations focusing instead on the lackadaisical melanoma of melancholia i am a paper boat soaked through disintegrating on the swollen sewers of guilt ridden self-loathing saturated streams of fetid filth longing to burn a sliver of sodium in your everflowing fountain of beauty to settle […]
as he slept the shadows crept into his darkened bedroom they surrounded him sleeping unsound in a cocoon of broken tragedy one of the shimmering pools of black produced a small jar a set of tweezers and last but certainly not least one wriggling slug which was carefully dropped directly into his ear burrowing deep […]
less compartmentalizing more mental desterilization thoughts that rattle behind the locked doors buried in the deepest darkest cobweb filled corridors in my mind the tarnished padlocks click open to fall heavily to the spongey gray floor letting loose the howls as the damned chorus of the past scrambles down my fragile sense of unbeing circling […]
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