echoes in the timid chamber – titian avarice pulses in wait preying on fresh drops to fall from bleating gash chest wounds squirming artists lost in the shuffle – voiding the hole of its precious fluid purple as their prose leaching whatever granules of inspiration diluted or fermented over time – tigris euphrates venous arterial…
Tag: Wounds
Drowning in Puddles
friend speaks fails to listen – tells me i should look on the bright side – peering down from a high rise obscured by the sun – words soft as his sensibilities unscathed unmarred unscarred – shudders at the the shallow burs barely digging at his heels – they nag occasionally but his feet don’t…
Piecework Prose 