TheftA Poem by NeilSHowe
Overhead,
A head barring teeth, And wide eyes, Arms reaching, Clawing at self, And enemies. Some within. Some without. Faces or souls, Wretched and attacking, Veins and brains, Withdrawal and lacking. A fix. © 2017 NeilSHowe |
AuthorNeilSHoweChicago, ILAboutTriDisciplinary Visual Artist, Recording Artist and Poet. Living in Chicago. more..Writing
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