Slipping under I reached my hands out; mercy- Then laughed in despair My halo, my dark crown My rubbed-raw wrists Fluttering white The...

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We’re here again, the empty classroom drenched in light & the songs from the jukebox winding down the hallway. Little arsonist,...

We left the door open for you when you exited our lives. The ghost of your overwhelming grace looms in the frame of the spectacles that...

Death pulls this puppet by the strings, Cold as water fresh from mountain springs. From birth, this body was in Death’s hands, The soil...