lives, a shadow within the glass her full reflection never a complete clarity as her image remains half between the worlds of neither here nor there but only stuck somewhere in time like a ghost, or an old photography out of focus and ever fading as she slips further into the darkness; never fully living…
Time Machine
take me back to somewhere in the far away past, somewhere before the monsters came lurking in through the looking glass that shattered ‘neath the weight of so many eyes that bullied me into the blind corners of a darkness unrelenting, held captive in the watchful glares of their haunting hatred, where all I ever saw was…
New Poem ~ August 17th 2015
Darkness and Dirty Diners and the Midnight Host Serving Up Death as the Poetry Weeps Into Its Day Old Coffee, Cold as a Corpse These dense and hollow bones and bland flesh that you’ve gifted me are as empty as the silence within words without teeth, and limp as the thin blue veins sucked…
