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Started this discussion. Last reply by Thomas Kotsonis Jun 26, 2017. 1 Reply 1 Like
Flash me a sign that isn't a finger or a crucifixionStick your fingers down my throatUntil you reach my heartAnd squeeze that black pebble so it starts beating again.Shitting in a bag and breathing…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by Kerryn Lee Bon. Dec 23, 2013. 4 Replies 1 Like
This proud building stinks like religionIn a casketSweet like rotting passingDancing like the graveWhen it shattersWhen the earth cracks it's wetLike a necrophillic orgasmAnd I hope my blackness…Continue
Started Oct 27, 2012 0 Replies 1 Like
i joined the brickworkgaunt misery contorted and taut under my papery skin-meati looked up and the blue sky was blockedby a clawed and furry blacknesshalf the body limp and hanging like…Continue
Posted on September 13, 2012 at 22:42 0 Comments 0 Likes
the sound of her was in the street
flayed to an ochre asphalt
dripped down from a generous bourbon
fermentation brings a night that doesn't hurt
the stench of cancer is in her vomit:
she knows she doesn't have long
until it's shit in the sheets
and a pain that can't be described
it hurts just to blink
and you can't even
slow it down
but before
before this time
that doesn't feel real
she was…
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