drinks in winter rain like cold moscato coating her tongue with nimbus swell – spends time staring out windows not saying a word day dreaming mad hallucinations behind calm eyes – image of serenity – screaming incessantly from the pillow padded sound proofed cell of a damaged soul – watch her move and sway rhythmic…
Tag: Loneliness
Amanita
sealed a tomb of modern amenity eggshell white enough to drive a man mad if he sits staring long enough to see his future etched in porous drywall drinking up the paint like a man half dead with dehydration the fumes of his condition poison mind in stagnant air of loneliness even animals know to…
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