spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
forever pulled underthe waves, tears as blanketssome say stiflingI find comforting almostor perhaps onlyfamiliar a quick glanceand Ishudder, shudderwhat could becould have beenin realityin hindsighthind-thoughtsetting aside the emotionwas in the enda pipe-dream see the curling smokerising, twisting(hair around a finger)slowing becoming nothingexhaleanother wisp of… Continue Reading “Euphoria in Black Harlequin”
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