Once, I

A proverbial mushroom in the closet fed you know what eat me and get high for a while vomit me back into the toilet I will eventually make my way back into your drinking water. There’s no hiding it. I’m down deep and you know it. Just flush and stop staring at me… I’m a wadded piece of gum used and dry, stuck to the bottom upside down, always looking at the ground in shadow, hoping to get scraped discarded in the bin I believe it would be an improvement. I was a noble sea creature, beached upon dark strand, … Continue reading Once, I

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in the zone a face without place or form nails to grindstone tooth for tooth ashes to ashes blessed be blasphemies kissed upon night’s curtain curtailed by wing of dove in truth, there is never peace only truce, awaiting defeat thrice damned seven-fold avenged scrape foam from a pint play another hand life is demand she’s got a doomsday tan and apricot lips a toe in the sand gun in hand in the zone a place without face or form image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading forms