disconnectA Poem by Nobody.clocks scream
red numbered expressions: half-finished
lessons lie dying. he was saying
something about the future as I
sutured his lips shut with my eyes. I’m done
with hope, it’s as
addictive as dope, but without
the euphoric collapse. synapse
severed; dial tone eternal.
just stand there and watch me dissolve. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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