Eigenlicht Kusanagi

Eigenlicht Kusanagi I couldn’t clutch A bone of jagged dread More tightly In my clenched fist To my clenched chest In my right hand A bag of whispers Yelled to me “Push forward.” “Saw through.” “Say something.” “Look away.” And in the left A dreadful jag Of bone as bled By yesterday Whispering “It’s okay.”Continue reading “Eigenlicht Kusanagi”

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We Are the Psychopath

We Are the Psychopath Seed of destruction sprouts; a budding, half-risen malicious Toxick Magician laughing over bundles of clout knows nothing too sane, and knows no one can defend from a dark brawn that rends by its place on the food chain. Worst of all to do this: make rigid rules of dread so onlyContinue reading “We Are the Psychopath”

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