So you’ve splayed upon
Hardwood floors your
Deepest feelings hidden
In your organs

Cut apart the shell
And bled out your wellness

What caused this


Irukandji feeling
Of impending doom

Like the moon is glassed
And the sunhammer falls
Down to the world to
Flatten out the impurities
Carried out by no thing
But anti-social intangibility

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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