through the volumes
of television static.
i absorbed it.
it cut me open,
and your head rolled out,
so there we sat.
it was an embalmed fable
with a sour ending--
a failed marriage of sorts...
like waiting
in a long
long
long
long
line,
one that closes
when you get
to the front
of
it.
NB @ 3:08 PM
3 Comments:
the imagery in this is sort of... disturbing but i like it.
no doubt.
boo
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