ive never hung myself coal fired (Remove filter)
seam (04/19/2018)
devil's sympathies
dried up streams
where letters used to be
smoke-filled rooms
warm with murmuring lips
rumors left vacant as coal dust
chalk outlines traded
for slow leaks of nitrous oxide
and the velveteen burn of a leash
taut teachings of how to loosen up
and laugh again
Thursday 19th April 2018 1:43 pm
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