needs a titleA Poem by Emily Bindustrious Facebook friend is streamlining his existence with daily and weekly updates on the number of souls excised already and how many more are left to be purged.
i never met the man and, honestly thought i would have stopped receiving his missives several weeks back.
i never met the man only saw him read his poetry once.
i almost wonder how i have survived the slaughter.
i want to ask but fear to make myself too known no tempting fate here
He calls himself poet and teacher I sometimes call myself those thing in lesser channels.
Maybe he glimpsed my blue skies once Maybe I am a demographic to be marketed to Maybe he likes my time travels or recognizes a healer in disguise
Maybe I will get the axe next week and all the wondering will be for nothing
whatever it is, this is the most inspired I've been in months and I'll take it © 2014 Emily BFeatured Review
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