The Hangman
Without fear
Primordial oozing
Sipped through straws
Bony fingers
On clammy hands
The hangman says
It’s reckoning day
Calls boys and girls
To come and play…
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Introspection
Great Expectations
I’ve spent too long
Memorizing the pauses in lovesongs
Looking for a man
To fill the gaps
With his presence.
A wicked emptiness
A life devoid of self
I found myself alone…
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Cold Prose
We claim
To know those
We had close
To overdose on
Cold prose
To wallow in
My poetry
A symphony of
Sympathy…
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