We Withered In His WakeA Poem by Esoteric StrandCertain people should never be met. Certain people were never meant to be meeted in the first place.It was of no real surprise to learn he found Orange Shasta distasteful. When we attempted to engage in conversation, he proved himself rather fleet-footed. As you’d guess, this devious man’s powerlessness frequently floored us. He liked to linger and loiter unseen, preferably within the confines of his own home. There’s an old video of him painting arcane symbols on the basement floor. Imagine our horror when we discovered he was fluent in many ruinous languages. Claims to know the Jersey Devil’s SSN and to have soldered the Ark Of the Covenant. We easily remember his fiery backwards glances and ever-so smug smirks. © 2011 Esoteric StrandReviews
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6 Reviews Added on March 1, 2011 Last Updated on March 1, 2011 AuthorEsoteric StrandFresno, CAAboutOriginally from Fresno, California. Inspirations come from a wide array of sources: nature, faith, fatherhood, the occult, mythology, pop culture and Italian horror movies. GENERAL LIKES: Blac.. more..Writing
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