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I’ve inherited Woolf’s insanity

I can hear her through the sound

of the bathtub drain

Her whispers imprint hieroglyphs

depicting a

bloodhound beneath the solar eclipse

And I'm sickened by Sappho

and her undying vanity

Serpents tongue leaving behind

traces of my past lives

and unborn legacies

Nietzsche’s monsters were left in

the abyss

For my unconsciousness had

hissed

the modern affirmation of their existence

Swarms of the damned followed

Baudelaire to the grave

Conceptualizing my forgiveness

for his perpetuated saints

A familiar strangeness of

children falling from the

precipice

A bloodhound howling

beneath the lunar eclipse

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

"Alice," she cried, "Come down here and clean the drain." Alice was as prone to shedding as Virginia was to ranting, and in fairness panting at times. But, we live now in less judgmental times, so let that go with Sappho, Harpo, Chico and Groucho.
If a child falls from the precipice and no one hears her scream does... oh never mind, of course it does.

[sinNsincerity]

Nicely done and loved how you added Nietzsche. One of my favs.

[PhoenixDown]

Well well, another phoenix.... Glad you found me. You have quite a nice, working brain. It shows. Your a smart one - goes a long way with me. Your referencing is fantastic. As are your concepts.
I am very impressed.

Phoenix (lol, feels funny signing this name now)

[Joshua Haines]

Have to say thank you for sharing you poems. Been loving them all

[costa siwale]

i love how you describe scenes with a sort of 'other worldliness', with strong phrases and words in this one.
an incredible scribe Phoen-ix. thank you for sharing

[sparrow2]

cool.i liked it.generally i like everything about insanity.when their shades are touching your mind,and whisper into your ears:"come with us,be with us,live with us,you will be happy there".keep doing writings regardless what people say :)