Blood-curdling screamsA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
I used to die
Frequently, Often Repeatedly, In my sleep To come clean Of my sins, My omissions, The obscenity Of my thoughts; I’d wake Myself To Blood-curdling Screams, Only To hear The ticking Of an analog Clock. © 2018 Maxwell Ryder |
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Added on October 25, 2018 Last Updated on October 25, 2018 Author
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