Mossman Cense

Burnt graphite from Wooden pencils And charred ink From cheap pens Clashes with the dark halls Of college buildings Flashlight lit to Permeate paranoia Waterlogged woods in rain Into Green River To runoff and drain Through blacktop lanes A lurking wraith With no legs Silent hovering Stalking the place But a face Frozen in horrorContinue reading “Mossman Cense”

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