Of Which Lies Underneath to Shun

There is madness in those

who love broken things

broken people

a world through their swollen eyes

the road travelled

no way to go Continue reading “Of Which Lies Underneath to Shun”

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I sit soundly in your chair

I slept

like an

unclean

pig

in a blanket.

Oink.

I fly

as birds

do

where Continue reading “I sit soundly in your chair”