Kleptomaniac

Bladed pens pulsing With the heart beats Of a dying being Taught between its ribs Breathing with the collapsed Coal mines of cold lungs Quiet as the blood beats Drip onto the sidewalk Of a well-lit street in Downtown Stabbed in a bedroom And conscious on concrete Being bleeding out on carpet Before screaming itselfContinue reading “Kleptomaniac”

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Five

In purgatory we Found an elevator An unexpected Victory helping Our secret rising Into the pale lift Beside two strangers With whom we bluffed With up to hotel’s Frayed gold fifth story Old carpet halls have No decorations No windows looking Outside or clockworks On the wallpaper We were there for five Moments out ofContinue reading “Five”

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