Red reverberations trickle but the Scarlet kinds Stab. Scarlet Eyes something I… will always find. Scarlet Eyes something I… did not design. Clinging to Hope A-lone. Suffering the inverse of Singing. Scarlet eyes cry by Suicide She Dies. Scarlet Eyes Dry. The Child Inside Is Still Alive. She is Devoid Of a Void. She PerceivesContinue reading “Devoid Of A Void”
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Shmoo
I think I am one life, one memory cloaked injury shield hawk guarded field I think I am one hazy sunlit shade reflected fire blade craving another run Never done, un-won stroking heat beat, back beat street meat I think I am one cheap cheetah tearing raw flesh praying for vulnerability Continue reading “Shmoo”
The Writer
Mercenary steam engulfs steel beams, borderLines IdentIty. I write my dream… Moving through time Writers’ Suicides: collide—sublime. “No Exit is Blind.” Illness, not overcome; The DSM: never done. The Labeled never won; kept a distance from The Sun. Closely-reading—pain; The Battle and The Blame. Scholars making games: an education-maze. Students read Patients’ novelsContinue reading “The Writer”
