Late

Target bit off my new wristwatch.
Shattering the crystal and tearing
Teething on the leather wrist strap
I contend it’s a collar holding back
The hounds of Hell the authoritative barks
Commanding I take a seat.

Scientific Memorandum

  My darkest secrets erased in chemical warfare – Silently, quickly digging out memories hidden in the sand. Diving in and floating farther away then lifting my body Out of pools, my limbs give out to lonely laps, feet Press and push against black markers, right I left Methodically crumbs in lines, then I dive […]

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