Funeral march

Hotter than hell is the furnace in which church bells are made. The knell tolls, a wedding is announced, and at the beginning there’s always fire. Oh, when I used to think my life was too cushy to ever be great. My constitution has weakened, the liver is beaten, the situation is dire. Flower petals […]

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The incessant dripping … … into coffee pots … into overflowing buckets on the streets … of my IV … in the bathtub, my head bleeding out A stream is mighty, you know it can crush you and drag you away forever in an instant. A single drop is but the sign of a slow […]

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Who knew?

Who knew you could break your own heart, could shatter it into a million pieces? Who knew you didn’t have to be involved with anyone other than yourself? Who knew that grey clouds would ever come as a solace? Who knew a loosened tie would free your airway up that much? Who knew something impulsive […]

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