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As Feet Grow Weary

A Story by Ben Taylor

I walk--and as you watch, you can see nothing other than the self that I endeavor to be, the one I wear as a sleeve, as a face. Thescuff-marks left o..

A Collapse

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Reality has begun to harshly invadeThe sacred separation signified byPen and paper.Uninvited and unwanted,It infests my inkAnd soaks through the canva..

Exposure

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The decision has beenFinalized--there is no turning back.My fear, my pride, implored me--My anger advised me; butThey have all been ignored.My self di..

Simply A Spark

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Buried beneathAll the layers of myShit skin armor,Theflaky, translucentWrapping that hides my organs,My insides,My sins--It cowers behind myCalluses, ..

A Stumble, A Change

A Poem by Ben Taylor

A toe into the frigidWater,A half step into a room crowded withStrangers--I must fall through the thinly iced stagnationOf my lake of denialAnd realiz..

Happy Birthday

A Poem by Ben Taylor

A Gift.

An Eye Half Open

A Story by Ben Taylor

We are all so frivolous.

I Bite My Tongue

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Deep in my gut,I can feel the infectionOf rancid remorseLinger like a leadenWeight.To keep it hidden,Concealed,Is to allow the putrescent massTo feste..

I Do What I Must To Survive.

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am merely an instrument,To be wrung until I respond withThe words, the notes, that youDesire to hear.Chimes buffeted in the wind,I, myself, am incap..

The Filth Beneath Our Nails

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Another angst-y addition.