Suppose my head exploded What would you see Hidden amidst the smithereens of pink, pulpy flesh A frozen frame of the last dream My last coherent thought at the edge of a smoking gun Broken lobes, blood and fat Is… Continue Reading →
Selfish. How is it so easy to throw a word and walk away. Like a grenade you leave it to explode within me -an adjective, an accusation, a perhaps truth. All these years I’ve wrung myself out for you, held… Continue Reading →
I get it now. Why people choose to do drugs or drown in alcoholism. I understand how easy it is to find answers in addiction, hallucinations and the general submersion of your consciousness in a non-reality. I really get it…. Continue Reading →
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